"I am sorry I am a little late," she said, "but I can do what Lawson wants now."
"Why didn't you come when you were asked?" replied Mollie.
"I didn't know it was important."
"I would have sent for you, but I had no one to send. Major Strause said he would tell you."
"He did, only—somehow I was drowsy, and I went to sleep. What is the matter, Mollie? Why do you look at me with that strange expression? I tell you I will do what Lawson wants now. His bed is number five. Don't keep me."
She was pushing past Mollie, but Mollie held out a hand to detain her.
"You are too late," she said.
"Too late!" cried Kitty. "What do you mean?"
"He is past your help. Mortification set in in the wounded leg. The foot and ankle were amputated not an hour ago, but he is sinking fast. He won't see the night out."
"Oh," said Kitty—"oh! and he wanted the letter written! I'm sure it can't be too late."