"She had better be put to bed soon; she looks tired: are you tired?" she asked，placing her hand on my shoulder.

"A little，ma"am."

"And hungry too，no doubt: let her have some supper before she goes to bed，Miss Miller. Is this the first time you have left your parents to e to school，my little girl?"

I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long they had been dead: then how old I was，what was my name，whether I could read，write，and sew a little: then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger，and saying，"She hoped I should be a good child," dismissed me along with Miss Miller.

The lady I had left might be about twenty-nine; the one who went with me appeared some years younger: the first impressed me by her voice，look，and air. Miss Miller was more ordinary; ruddy in plexion，though of a careworn countenance; hurried in gait and action，like one who had always a multiplicity of tasks on hand: she looked，indeed，what I afterwards found she really was，an under-teacher. Led by her，I passed from partment to partment，from passage to passage，of a large and irregular building; till，emerging from the total and somewhat dreary silence pervading that portion of the house we had traversed，we came upon the hum of many voices，and presently entered a wide，long room，with great deal tables，two at each end，on each of which burnt a pair of candles，and seated all round on benches，a congregation of girls of every age，from nine or ten to twenty. Seen by the dim light of the dips，their number to me appeared countless，though not in reality exceeding eighty; they were uniformly dressed in brown stuff frocks of quaint fashion，and long holland pinafores. It was the hour of study; they were engaged in conning over their to-morrow"s task，and the hum I had heard was the bined result of their whispered repetitions.

Miss Miller signed to me to sit on a bench near the door，then walking up to the top of the long room she cried out- "Monitors，collect the lesson-books and put them away!"