"Have you hurt yourself, Dolly?" asked Bessie, gently.
Dolly made no answer, but stretched out her hand again for the fruit.
Bessie went a little nearer, and timidly placed it in her hand.
"That's not the way," she said, as the girl greedily bit into the close, tough skin. "You must peel it. I will show you."
Dolly held fast to the banana for a moment, as if she feared Bessie was about to take it back; then, with a wondering look into the sweet, pitiful little face, gave it up.
Bessie among the Mountains. p. 196.
"Now, don't you be waiting on her, Miss Bessie," said Starr; "you've done more than enough already, to give her your banana. Will you come, miss, and just leave that girl to herself?"
"I think I'd better fix it for her, Starr. She don't know how, and I think there's something the matter with her," said Bessie: and, stripping the peel from the fruit, she placed it once more in Dolly's hand.