Chapter 7

           CathystayedatThrushcrossGrangefiveweeks:tillChristmas.Bythattimeheranklewasthoroughlycured,andhermannersmuchimproved.Themistressvisitedheroftenintheinterval,andcommencedherplanofreformbytryingtoraiseherself-respectwithfineclothesandflattery,whichshetookreadily;sothat,insteadofawild,hatlesslittlesavagejumpingintothehouse,andrushingtosqueezeusallbreathless,there‘lightedfromahandsomeblackponyaverydignifiedperson,withbrownringletsfallingfromthecoverofafeatheredbeaver,andalongclothhabit,whichshewasobligedtoholdupwithbothhandsthatshemightsailin.Hindleyliftedherfromherhorse,exclaimingdelightedly,"Why,Cathy,youarequiteabeauty!Ishouldscarcelyhaveknownyou:youlooklikealadynow.IsabellaLintonisnottobecomparedwithher,isshe,Frances?""Isabellahasnothernaturaladvantages,"repliedhiswife:"butshemustmindandnotgrowwildagainhere.Ellen,helpMissCatherineoffwithherthings—stay,dear,youwilldisarrangeyourcurls—letmeuntieyourhat."

           Iremovedthehabit,andthereshoneforthbeneath,agrandplaidsilkfrock,whitetrousers,andburnishedshoes;and,whilehereyessparkledjoyfullywhenthedogscameboundinguptowelcomeher,shedarehardlytouchthemlesttheyshouldfawnuponhersplendidgarments.Shekissedmegently:IwasallflourmakingtheChristmascake,anditwouldnothavedonetogivemeahug;and,then,shelookedroundforHeathcliff.Mr.andMrs.