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yond her punishment—beyond her situation: of something not round her nor before her。 I have heard of day…dreams—is she in a day…dream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor; but I am sure they do not see it— her sight seems turned in; gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember; I believe; not at what is really present。 I wonder what sort of a girl she is—whether good or naughty。”
Soon after five p。m。 we had another meal; consisting of a small mug of coffee; and half…a…slice of brown bread。 I devoured my bread and drank my coffee with relish; but I should have been glad of as much more—I was still hungry。 Half…an…hour’s recreation succeeded; then study; then the glass of water and the piece of oat…cake; prayers; and bed。 Such was my first day at Lowood。
Chapter 6
The next day menced as before; getting up and dressing by rushlight; but this morning we were obliged to dispense with the ceremony of washing; the water in the pitchers was frozen。 A change had taken place in the weather the preceding evening; and a keen north…east wind; whistling through the crevices of our bedroom windows all night long; had made us shiver in our beds; and turned the contents of the ewers to ice。
Before the long hour and a half of prayers and Bible…reading was over; I felt ready to perish with cold。 Breakfast…time came at last; and this morning the porridge was not burnt; the quality all my portion seemed! I wished it had been doubled。
In the course of the day I was enrolled a member of the fourth class; and regular tasks and occupations were assigned me: hitherto; I had only been a spectator of the proceedings at Lowood; I was now to bee an actor therein。 At first; being little accustomed to learn by heart; the lessons appeared to me both long and difficult; the frequent change from task to task; too; bewildered me; and I was glad when; about three o’clock in the afternoon; Miss Smith put into my hands a border of muslin two yards long; together with needle; thimble; &c。; and sent me to sit in a quiet corner of the schoolroom; with directions to hem the same。 At that hour most of the others were sewing likewise; but one class still stood round Miss Scatcherd’s chair reading; and as all was quiet; the subject of their lessons could be heard; together with the manner in which each girl acquitted herself; and the animadversions or mendations of Miss Scatcherd on the performance。 It was English history: among the readers I observed my acquaintance of the verandah: at the mencement of the lesson; her place had been at the top of the class; but for some error of pronunciation; or some inattention to stops; she was suddenly sent to the very bottom。 Even in that obscure position; Miss Scatcherd continued to make her an object of constant notice: she was continually addressing to her such phrases as the following:—
“Burns” (such it seems was her name: the girls here were all called by their surnames; as boys are elsewhere); “Burns; you are standing on the side of your shoe; turn your toes out immediately。” “Burns; you poke your chin most unpleasantly; draw it in。” “Burns; I insist on your holding your head up; I will not have you before me in that attitude;” &c。 &c。
A chapter having been read through twice; the books were closed and the girls examined。 The lesson had prised part of the reign of Charles I。; and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage and ship…money; which most of them appeared unable to answer; still; every little difficulty was solved instantly when it reached Burns: her memory seemed to have retained the substance of the whole lesson; and she was ready with answers on every point。 I kept expecting that Miss Scatcherd would praise her attention; but; instead of that; she suddenly cried out—
“You dirty; disagreeable girl! you have never cleaned your nails this morning!”
Burns made no answer: I wondered at her silence。 “Why;” thought I; “does she not explain that she could neither clean her nails nor wash her face; as the water was frozen?”
My attention was now called off by Miss Smith desiring me to hold a skein of thread: while she was winding it; she talked to me from time to time; asking whether I had ever been at school before; whether I could mark; stitch; knit; &c。; till she dismissed me; I could not pursue my observations on Miss Scatcherd’s movements。 When I returned to my seat; that lady was just delivering an order of which I did not catch the import; but Burns immediately left the class; and going into the small inner room where the books were kept; returned in half a minute; carrying in her hand a bundle of twigs tied together at one end。 This ominous tool she presented to Miss Scatcherd with a respectful curtesy; then she quietly; and without being told; unloosed her pinafore; and the teacher instantly and sharply inflicted on her neck a dozen strokes with the bunch of twigs。 Not a tear rose to Burns’ eye; and; while I paused from my sewing; because my fingers quivered at this spectacle with a sentiment of unavailing and impotent anger; not a feature of her pensive face altered its ordinary expression。
“Hardened girl!” exclaimed Miss Scatcherd; “nothing can correct you of your slatternly habits: carry the rod away。”
Burns obeyed: I looked at her narrowly as she emerged from the book…closet; she was just putting back her handkerchief into her pocket; and the trace of a tear glistened on her thin cheek。
The play…hour in the evening I thought the pleasantest fraction of the day at Lowood: the bit of bread; the draught of coffee swallowed at five o’clock had revived vitality; if it had not satisfied hunger: the long restraint of the day was slackened; the schoolroom felt warmer than in the morning—its fires being allowed to burn a little more brightly; to supply; in some measure; the place of candles; not yet introduced: the ruddy gloaming; the licensed uproar; the confusion of many voices gave one a wele sense of liberty。
On the evening of the day on which I had seen Miss Scatcherd flog her pupil; Burns; I wandered as usual among the forms and tables and laughing groups without a panion; yet not feeling lonely: when I passed the windows; I now and th
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