A mysterious boy

One fine winter morning, my master, Mr. Earnshaw, came down the stairs, dressed for a journey; he turned to his children and me——for I sat eating porridge with them, and said, “Now I’m going to Liverpool today. What presents shall I bring to you? You may choose what you like; only small things, for I shall go there and back, handling some things, that is a long time!”
Hindley who went blind accounting for a miserable childhood experience named a harmonica. Cathy could ride any horse in stable, so he chose a whip. The youngest Aimee said, “Could you bear with me a moment, please?” Then she rushed home and fetched a cute bear, whispered, “Dad, can you get him a companion?” He wore a smile and petted her head and said, “You bet!” He did not forget me, for he had a kind heart, though he was rather serious sometimes. He promised me to bring a pocketful of apples and pears. Suddenly he gave a backward glance to the children and said, "Study hard and try to become a Bachelor of Science or Arts.” Then he set off to catch the last Europe-bound train.