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The day enced as befetting up and dressing by rushlight; but this we were obliged to dispeh the y of washing; the water ichers was frozen. A ge had taken p the weather the preg eening, and a keen north-east wind, whistling through the creices of our bedroowindows all night long, had de us shier in our beds, and turhe tents of the ewers to ice.
Before the long hour and a half of prayers and Bible-reading was oer, I fe ready to perish witld. Breakfast-ti ca at st, and this the po;bdi藏书网;/bdirridge was not burnt; the quality was eatable, the quantity sll. How sll  ortion seed! I wished it had been doubled.
In thurse of the day I was enrolled a er of the fourth css, and regur tasks and oupations were assigned : hitherto, I had only been a spectator of the proceedings at Lowood; I was now to bee an actor therein. At first, being little aced to learn by heart, the lessons appeared to both long and difficu; the frequent ge frotask to task, too, bewildered ; and I was gd when, about three o’clo the afternoon, Miss Sth put into hands a border of slin two yards long, together with needle, thile, c., a to sit in a quiet er of the schoolroo with dires to hethe sa. At that hour st of the others were sewing likewise; but one css still stood round Miss Scatcherd’s chair reading, and as all was quiet, the subject of their lessonuld be heard, together with the nner in which each girl acquitted herself, and the anidersions or endations of Miss Scatcherd on the perfor was English history: ang the readers I obsered acquaintance of the erandah: at the e of the lesson, her pce had been at the top of the css, but for so error of pronunciation, or so iion to stops, she was suddenly sent to the ery botto Een in that obscure position, Miss Scatcherd tio ke her an object of stant notice: she was tinually addressing to her such phrases as the following:—
“Burns” (such it see was her he girls here were all called by their surnas, as boys are elsewhere), “Burns, you are standing on the side of your shoe; turn your toes out iediately.” “Burns, you poke your st unpleasantly; draw it in.” “Burns, I insist on your holding your head up; I will not hae you before in that attitude,” c. c.
A chapter haing beehrough twice, the books were closed and the girls eahe lesson had prised part of the reign of Charles I., and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage and ship-ney, which st of theappeared uo answer; still, eery little difficuy was soled instantly when it reached Burns: her ry seed to hae retaihe substance of the whole lesson, and she was ready with answers on eery point. I kept epeg that Miss Scatcherd would praise her attention; but, instead of that, she suddenly cried out—
“You dirty, disagreeable girl! you hae neer ed your nails this ”
Burns de no answer: I wo her silence. “Why,” thought I, “does she not epin that shuld her her nails nor wash her face, as the water was frozen?”
My attention was now called off by Miss Sth desirio hold a skein of thread: while she was winding it, she talked to froti to ti, asking whether I had eer been at school before, whether uld rk, stitch, knit, c.; till she disssed , uld not pursue obserations on Miss Scatcherd’s ents. When I returo seat, that dy was just deliering an order of which I did not catch the iort; but Burely left the css, and going into the sll inner roowhere the books were kept, returned in half a nute, carrying in her hand a bundle of twigs tied together at one end. This onous tool she preseo 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 fro sewing, because fingers quiered at this spectacle with a se of unaailing and iotent anger, not a feature of her pensie face aered its ordinary epression.
“Hardened girl!” ecid Miss Scatcherd; “nothing nbsrrect you of your stternly habits: carry the rod away.”
Burns obeyed: I looked at her narrowly as she erged frothe book-closet; she was just putting back her handkerchief into her pocket, and the trace of a tear glistened ohin cheek.
The py-hour in the eening I thought the pleasa fra of the day at Lowood: the bit of bread, the draught offee swallowed at fie o’clock had reied itality, if it had not satisfied huhe loraint of the day was sed; the schoolroofe warr than is fires being allowed to burn a little re brightly, to supply, in so asure, the pce of dles, not yet introduced: the ruddy gloang, the lised uproar, the fusion of ny oices gae one a wele sense of liberty.
On the eening of the day on which I had seen Miss Scatcherd flog her pupil, Burns, I wandered as usual ang the for and tables and ughing groups without a panio not feeling lonely: when I passed the windows, I now and then lifted a blind, and looked out; it snowed fast, a drift was already f against the lower panes; putting ear close to the window, uld distinguish frothe gleeful tu within, the dissote an of the wind outside.
Probably, if I had tely left a good ho and kind parents, this would hae been the hour when I should st keenly hae regretted the separation; that wind would then hae saddened heart; this obscure chaos would hae disturbed  eace! as it was, I deried froboth a straent, and reckless and feerish, I wished the wind to howl re wildly, the glooto deepen to darkness, and the fusion to rise to cur.
Juing oer for, and creeping uables, I de way to one of the fire-pces; there, kneeling by the high wire fender, I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted froall round her by the panionship of a book, which she read by the digre of the eers.
“Is it still Rasses?” I asked, ing behind her.
“Yes,” she said, “and I hae just fi.”
And ies re she shut it up. I was gd of this. “Now,” thought I, “I  erhaps get her to talk.” I sat down by her on the floor.
“What is your na besides Burns?”
“Helen.”
“Do you e a long way frohere?”
“I e froa pce farther north, quite on the borders oftnd.”
“Will you eer go back?”
“I hope so; but nobody be sure of the future.”
“You st wish to leae Lowood?”
“No! why should I? I was sent to Lowood to get an education; and it would be of no use going away until I hae attaihat object.”
“But that teacher, Miss Scatcherd, is so cruel to you?”
“Cruel? Not at all! She is seere: she dislikes faus.”
“And if I were in your pce I should dislike her; I should resist her. If she strubsp; with that rod, I should get it froher hand; I should break it under her nose.”
“Probably you would do nothing of the sort: but if you did, Mr. Brocklehurst would epel you frothe school; that would be a great grief to your retions. It is far better to eiently a srt whiobody feels but yourself, than to it a hasty a whose eil sequences will etend to all ected with you; and besides, the Bible bids us return good for eil.”
“But then it see disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to stand in the ddle of a roofull of people; and you are such a great girl: I afar youhan you, and uld not bear it.”
“Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if yould not aoid it: it is weak and silly to say you ot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.”
I heard her with wonder: uld not prehend this doe of endurance; and still lesuld I uand or sywithout dey.
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