five p.m.
I have heard of day-dreams -- is she in a day-dream now ? Her eyes are fixed on the floor , but I am sure they do not see it -- her sight seems turned in , gone down into her heart : she is looking at what she can remember , I believe ; not at what is really present . I wonder what sort of a girl she is -- whether good or naughty . '' Soon after five p.m. we had another meal , consisting of a small mug of coffee , and half-a-slice of brown bread . I devoured my bread and drank my coffee with relish ; but I should have been glad of as much more -- I was still hungry . Half-an-hour 's recreation succeeded , then study ; then the glass of water and the piece of oat-cake , prayers , and bed . Such was my first day at Lowood .