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blanched。 It was a very grey day； a most opaque sky； “onding on snaw；” canopied all； thence flakes felt it intervals； which settled on the hard path and on the hoary lea without melting。 I stood； a wretched child enough； whispering to myself over and over again； “What shall I do？—what shall I do？”
All at once I heard a clear voice call； “Miss Jane！ where are you？ e to lunch！”
It was Bessie； I knew well enough； but I did not stir； her light step came tripping down the path。
“You naughty little thing！” she said。 “Why don’t you e when you are called？”
Bessie’s presence； pared with the thoughts over which I had been brooding； seemed cheerful； even though； as usual； she was somewhat cross。 The fact is； after my conflict with and victory over Mrs。 Reed； I was not disposed to care much for the nursemaid’s transitory anger； and I was disposed to bask in her youthful lightness of heart。 I just put my two arms round her and said； “e； Bessie！ don’t scold。”
The action was more frank and fearless than any I was habituated to indulge in： somehow it pleased her。
“You are a strange child； Miss Jane；” she said； as she looked down at me； “a little roving； solitary thing： and you are going to school； I suppose？”
I nodded。
“And won’t you be sorry to leave poor Bessie？”
“What does Bessie care for me？ She is always scolding me。”
“Because you’re such a queer； frightened； shy little thing。 You should be bolder。”
“What！ to get more knocks？”
“Nonsense！ But you are rather put upon； that’s certain。 My mother said； when she came to see me last week； that she would not like a little one of her own to be in your place。—Now； e in； and I’ve some good news for you。”
“I don’t think you have； Bessie。”
“Child！ what do you mean？ What sorrowful eyes you fix on me！ Well； but Missis and the young ladies and Master John are going out to tea this afternoon； and you shall have tea with me。 I’ll ask cook to bake you a little cake； and then you shall help me to look over your drawers； for I am soon to pack your trunk。 Missis intends you to leave Gateshead in a day or two； and you shall choose what toys you like to take with you。”
“Bessie； you must promise not to scold me any more till I go。”
“Well； I will； but mind you are a very good girl； and don’t be afraid of me。 Don’t start when I chance to speak rather sharply； it’s so provoking。”
“I don’t think I shall ever be afraid of you again； Bessie； because I have got used to you； and I shall soon have another set of people to dread。”
“If you dread them they’ll dislike you。”
“As you do； Bessie？”
“I don’t dislike you； Miss； I believe I am fonder of you than of all the others。”
“You don’t show it。”
“You little sharp thing！ you’ve got quite a new way of talking。 What makes you so venturesome and hardy？”
“Why； I shall soon be away from you； and besides”—I was going to say something about what had passed between me and Mrs。 Reed； but on second thoughts I considered it better to remain silent on that head。
“And so you’re glad to leave me？”
“Not at all； Bessie； indeed； just now I’m rather sorry。”
“Just now！ and rather！ How coolly my little lady says it！ I dare say now if I were to ask you for a kiss you wouldn’t give it me： you’d say you’d rather not。”
“I’ll kiss you and wele： bend your head down。” Bessie stooped； we mutually embraced； and I followed her into the house quite forted。 That afternoon lapsed in peace and harmony； and in the evening Bessie told me some of her most enchaining stories； and sang me some of her sweetest songs。 Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine。
Chapter 5
Five o’clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January； when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed。 I had risen half…an…hour before her entrance； and had washed my face； and put on my clothes by the light of a half…moon just setting； whose rays streamed through the narrow window near my crib。 I was to leave Gateshead that day by a coach which passed the lodge gates at six a。m。 Bessie was the only person yet risen； she had lit a fire in the nursery； where she now proceeded to make my breakfast。 Few children can eat when excited with the thoughts of a journey； nor could I。 Bessie； having pressed me in vain to take a few spoonfuls of the boiled milk and bread she had prepared for me； wrapped up some biscuits in a paper and put them into my bag； then she helped me on with my pelisse and bon； and wrapping herself in a shawl； she and I left the nursery。 As we passed Mrs。 Reed’s bedroom； she said； “Will you go in and bid Missis good…bye？”
“No； Bessie： she came to my crib last night when you were gone down to supper； and said I need not disturb her in the morning； or my cousins either； and she told me to remember that she had always been my best friend； and to speak of her and be grateful to her accordingly。”
“What did you say； Miss？”
“Nothing： I covered my face with the bedclothes； and turned from her to the wall。”
“That was wrong； Miss Jane。”
“It was quite right； Bessie。 Your Missis has not been my friend： she has been my foe。”
“O Miss Jane！ don’t say so！”
“Good…bye to Gateshead！” cried I； as we passed through the hall and went out at the front door。
The moon was set； and it was very dark； Bessie carried a lantern； whose light glanced on wet steps and gravel road sodden by a recent thaw。 Raw and chill was the winter morning： my teeth chattered as I hastened down the drive。 There was a light in the porter’s lodge： when we reached it； we found the porter’s wife just kindling her fire： my trunk； which had been carried down the evening before； stood corded at the door。 It wanted but a few minutes of six； and shortly after that hour had struck； the distant roll of wheels announced the ing coach； I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly through the gloom。
“Is she going by herself？” asked the porter’s wife。
“Yes。”
“And how far is it？”
“Fifty miles。”
“What a long way！ I wonder Mrs。 Reed is not afraid to trust her so far alone。”
The coach drew up； there it was at the gates with its four horses and its top laden with passengers： the g