Chapter 5 Mr Brocklehurst's visit and its results
It was difficult for me to get used to the school rules at Lowood, and to the hard physical conditions.
In January, February and March there was deep snow, but we still had to spend an hour outside every day.
We had no boots or gloves, and my hands and feet ached badly.
We were growing children, and needed more food than was provided.
Sometimes the big girls bullied us little ones and made us hand over our teatime bread or evening biscuit.
One afternoon, when I had been at Lowood for three weeks, a visitor arrived.
All the teachers and pupils stood respectfully as he entered the schoolroom.
I looked up.
There, next to Miss Temple, stood the same black column which had frowned on me in the breakfast-room at Gateshead.