Mollie heard his cry, and rushed towards him. She applied restoratives quickly, and spoke to Kitty in a voice rendered sharp with annoyance.
"You did not make the lotion right," she said. "How much Condy did you put in?"
Kitty lifted the bottle.
"Oh, how it discolours my hand!" she said. "It is horrid stuff; why do you use it?"
"It is the right thing to use. Go away, please Kitty; I will see to this."
"No, I won't go away," answered Kitty.
She stood sullenly by. Keith opened his eyes. He could not suppress a groan of pain. Mollie had made a fresh lotion; she applied it, cool and tender and refreshing, to the inflamed leg.
"After all, Kitty's measures were a little stringent," she said; "but perhaps they will do you good in the long run, only you must bear an hour or so of pain. Now, I will get an orderly to help me, and we will put you on one of the empty beds, and by the afternoon your leg ought to be much better."
"I can help, can't I?" said Kitty.
"I think not; you are not strong enough,"