She turned, and Kitty, putting wings to her feet, re-entered the hotel. For the rest of the day she was as miserable and remorseful as girl could be, but towards evening she began to recover. Once again her selfish nature came to the fore. She began to consider herself ill-used and neglected. Nothing would have been wrong had Mollie only loved her as she used to love her, and were Gavon only as true to her as he ought to be to his promised wife. Yes, she must see Mollie that evening. Things could not go on as they were doing any longer. Accordingly she wrote a tiny note, and sent it to the hospital.
The large hospital for the sick and wounded was at Intombi, a sheltered position about four miles away; but the Town Hall was largely used during the siege, and another hospital was in the Congregational Chapel. Mollie, with a few nurses under her, had charge of the Town Hall hospital. She received her sister's note late that evening, and went to her during the hour which she usually devoted to her supper.
Captain Keith was better. He sat up as Mollie passed his side.
"How white and tired you look!" he said. "Is anything troubling you?"
"I have had a note from Kitty. She wants me to go to her."
"I am sorry Kitty came out here," said Keith, in a grave tone. "I am sorry Miss Hunt brought her."
"Katherine Hunt is of immense use," said Mollie. "She is as good as any trained nurse."
"I know; but my poor little Kit is different."
"We all have different natures," replied Mollie, in a gentle tone. "Kitty was never accustomed to nursing. She has been very tenderly treated all her life, and perhaps just a little bit spoiled. We must have patience with her."
"You have patience with every one, I think," said the young man, and his eyes shone brightly as he spoke.