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an　orphan：　are　not　either　your　father　or　your　mother　dead？”

“Both　died　before　I　can　remember。”

“Well；　all　the　girls　here　have　lost　either　one　or　both　parents；　and　this　is　called　an　institution　for　educating　orphans。”

“Do　we　pay　no　money？　Do　they　keep　us　for　nothing？”

“We　pay；　or　our　friends　pay；　fifteen　pounds　a　year　for　each。”

“Then　why　do　they　call　us　charity…children？”

“Because　fifteen　pounds　is　not　enough　for　board　and　teaching；　and　the　deficiency　is　supplied　by　subscription。”

“Who　subscribes？”

“Different　benevolent…minded　ladies　and　gentlemen　in　this　neighbourhood　and　in　London。”

“Who　was　Naomi　Brocklehurst？”

“The　lady　who　built　the　new　part　of　this　house　as　that　tablet　records；　and　whose　son　overlooks　and　directs　everything　here。”

“Why？”

“Because　he　is　treasurer　and　manager　of　the　establishment。”

“Then　this　house　does　not　belong　to　that　tall　lady　who　wears　a　watch；　and　who　said　we　were　to　have　some　bread　and　cheese？”

“To　Miss　Temple？　Oh；　no！　I　wish　it　did：　she　has　to　answer　to　Mr。　Brocklehurst　for　all　she　does。　Mr。　Brocklehurst　buys　all　our　food　and　all　our　clothes。”

“Does　he　live　here？”

“No—two　miles　off；　at　a　large　hall。”

“Is　he　a　good　man？”

“He　is　a　clergyman；　and　is　said　to　do　a　great　deal　of　good。”

“Did　you　say　that　tall　lady　was　called　Miss　Temple？”

“Yes。”

“And　what　are　the　other　teachers　called？”

“The　one　with　red　cheeks　is　called　Miss　Smith；　she　attends　to　the　work；　and　cuts　out—for　we　make　our　own　clothes；　our　frocks；　and　pelisses；　and　everything；　the　little　one　with　black　hair　is　Miss　Scatcherd；　she　teaches　history　and　grammar；　and　hears　the　second　class　repetitions；　and　the　one　who　wears　a　shawl；　and　h