Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
His tone and look assured her he had not been the discoverer of
“No, Papa--” she gasped. “Ellen! Ellen! come upstairs--I’m
I obeyed her summons, and accompanied her out.
“Oh, Ellen! you have got them,” she commenced immediately,
dropping on her knees, when we were enclosed alone. “Oh, give
them to me, and I’ll never do so again! Don’t tell Papa. You have
not told Papa, Ellen? say you have not! I’ve been exceedingly
naughty, but I won’t do it any more!”
With a grave severity in my manner, I bid her stand up.
“So,” I exclaimed, “Miss Catherine, you are tolerably far on, it
seems; you may well be ashamed of them! A fine bundle of trash
you study in your leisure hours, to be sure--why, it’s good enough
to be printed! And what do you suppose the master will think,
when I display it before him? I haven’t shown it yet, but you
needn’t imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame!
and you must have led the way in writing such absurdities: he
would not have thought of beginning, I’m certain.”
“I didn’t! I didn’t!” sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart. “I
didn’t once think of loving him till--”
“Loving!” cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the word.
“Loving! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might just as well talk
of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn. Pretty
loving, indeed! and both times together you have seen Linton
hardly four hours in your life! Now here is the babyish trash. I’m
going with it to the library; and we’ll see what your father says to
She sprang at her precious epistles, but I held them above my