There was a plain brown dress next to my bed. And there was a
pair of ugly, heavy shoes. I washed quickly. Then I put on my new
clothes.
I was very hungry. I followed the other girls down the stairs.
We sat down at long tables in a large dining-room. Our food was
terrible.
'The food is bad again,' one of the girls said.
'Stand up!' a teacher shouted. 'Don't talk!'
We stood up. We did not speak. We walked into a big
schoolroom and we sat down.
There were about eighty girls in the schoolroom. And there
were four classes. The oldest girls were in the fourth class. I was in
the first class.
Four teachers came into the room and we began our lessons.
The lessons were not interesting. First, we read
some pages in a
book. Then our teacher asked us questions about those pages.
After four hours, we went outside. It was very cold. Very soon,
a bell rang. Lessons started again.
Three weeks passed. One afternoon, the head teacher came into the
schoolroom. The head teacher's name was Miss Temple. Mr.
Brocklehurst was with her. We all stood up. I stood behind an
older girl. I did not want Mr. Brocklehurst to see me.
Mr. Brocklehurst walked slowly round the room. Everybody
was very quiet. And then I dropped my book!
Mr. Brocklehurst stopped walking. He looked at me.
'Ah!
The new girl,' he said. 'Come here, Jane Eyre!' Then he
pointed at two of the older girls. 'You two girls — put Jane Eyre
on that high chair!' he said.
'Look at Jane Eyre, everybody!' Mr. Brocklehurst
said. 'This child is bad. She is a liar. She will be
punished! Miss Temple! Teachers! Girls! Do not talk
to this child.'
Then he spoke to me again.
'Jane Eyre, you must
stand on that chair for two
hours,' he said. 'You are a bad girl!'
That evening, I cried and cried. But Miss Temple
was kind to me.
'You are a good pupil, Jane,' she said. 'And you
are not a bad girl. I am your friend, Jane.'
'Thank you,
Miss Temple,' I said.
Lowood School was in an unhealthy place. The buildings were wet
and cold. Mr. Brocklehurst owned the school. He was a rich man.
But he did not buy warm clothes for us. And he did not buy good
food for us. Everybody hated him.
In the spring, many of the girls became sick.
Some of them left
the school. They never came back. Many of the girls died.
That spring was a terrible time. We had no lessons. Miss
Temple and the other teachers took care of the
sick pupils. Mr. Brocklehurst had to buy better food for us. And he
had to buy warm clothes for us. Mr. Brocklehurst never came to
the school.
The next year, Lowood School moved to a better place. It was a
healthier place. There were new schoolrooms, new bedrooms and a
new dining-room. The new buildings were bright and clean. The
teachers were happy. After that, I
was happy at Lowood School
too.
I was a pupil at Lowood School for six years. Then I became a
teacher. I was a teacher at the school for two years. But I never
returned to Gateshead Hall. And the Reeds never wrote to me.