"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 has a pocket-handkerchief tied to her side with a yellow ribband，is Madame pierrot: she es from Lisle，in France，and teaches French."

"Do you like the teachers?"