pples； and these fragrant treasures were all useless for most of the inmates of Lowood； except to furnish now and then a handful of herbs and blossoms to put in a coffin。
But I； and the rest who continued well； enjoyed fully the beauties of the scene and season； they let us ramble in the wood； like gipsies； from morning till night； we did what we liked； went where we liked： we lived better too。 Mr。 Brocklehurst and his family never came near Lowood now： household matters were not scrutinised into； the cross housekeeper was gone； driven away by the fear of infection； her successor； who had been matron at the Lowton Dispensary； unused to the ways of her new abode； provided with parative liberality。 Besides； there were fewer to feed； the sick could eat little； our breakfast…basins were better filled； when there was no time to prepare a regular dinner； which often happened； she would give us a large piece of cold pie； or a thick slice of bread and cheese； and this we carried away with us to the wood； where we each chose the spot we liked best； and dined sumptuously。
My favourite seat was a smooth and broad stone； rising white and dry from the very middle of the beck； and only to be got at by wading through the water； a feat I acplished barefoot。 The stone was just broad enough to acmodate； fortably； another girl and me； at that time my chosen rade—one Mary Ann Wilson； a shrewd； observant personage； whose society I took pleasure in； partly because she was witty and original； and partly because she had a manner which set me at my ease。 Some years older than I； she knew more of the world； and could tell me many things I liked to hear： with her my curiosity found gratification： to my faults also she gave ample indulgence； never imposing curb or rein on anythin