Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

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 commendations of Miss Scatcherd on the performance.

It was English history. Among the readers I observed my acquaintance of the verandah; at the commencement 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 comprised 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.