a sudden
conviction that things were not going to be quite as simply and easily
got over as usual. She saw a look cross her father's face such as she had
never seen on it before, and for the first time in her careless,
happy-go-lucky life realized with keen compunction what a sad, tired,
patient face it was, and suddenly she found herself wanting to do things
for him to try to cheer and help him, and wished most heartily that they
had done anything but bring fresh worry and unpleasantness to him.
But before he inquired into the particulars of the squabble, Dr. Trenire
attended to the wound. It was only a surface one, but the skin was torn
rather badly, and Jabez was bleeding a good deal, and groaning with all
his might.
"Get me some hot water."
Only too glad to be able to do anything to help, Kitty ran off; but to run
for hot water was one thing, to get it was quite another. The fire was
out, the kitchen was littered with dishes and pots and pans, and Fanny
the cook, with a dirty apron on and no cap, was fast asleep in her chair
by the window, just as though she had not a care or a duty in the world.
The squalor and muddle of the whole place could not fail to strike any
one, even casual Kitty; and to her it brought a deeper feeling, one of
trouble and remorse, for, in response to her own pleading, her father
had made her his housekeeper--and this was how she had fulfilled her
duties! In fact, she had given herself no duties; she had shirked them.
She had left everything to the servants, and as long as she had been free
and untroubled, and meals of a kind had been served at more or less
regular intervals, had bothered no further.
"Fanny!" she called sharply, "do wake up! Why haven't you got a fire,
and a kettle boiling?"
Fanny awoke with a start, which in itself is enough to make a person
cross; and to have been caught asleep, with her work not done, made
her crosser. "I don't want a great fire burning on a hot afternoon like
this," she answered sharply. "You wouldn't like it yourself if you had to
sit by it, Miss Kitty; and if it's your tea you'm wanting, well, it isn't
tea-time yet. When 'tis, you will find 'tis ready."
"Um--m!" said Kitty loftily, in a tone that expressed most emphatic
doubt of Fanny's statement.
"What is it you're routing about in the cupboards for, miss? I don't like
to have folks coming into my kitchen, turning everything over and
rummaging round. I shan't know where to find a thing when I wants to.
What is it you'm looking for?"
"The methylated spirit and the little stove," said Kitty. "I must have
some hot water, Fanny, and quickly. Father wants some. There has
been an accident."
Fanny changed her tone, and her expression grew a little milder. "We
haven't got a leak, miss. We ran out of it a week ago. I told Emily to tell
you--but there, I might as well talk to the wind as talk to her--"
"Oh dear," interrupted Kitty, "whatever shall I do? Jabez is bleeding so
he will bleed to death--"
"Jabez! Oh my! Whatever has happened, Miss Kitty?" Suddenly
Fanny's whole manner changed to one of anxious eagerness and deep
concern. "Is it--is it dangerous, miss? How did it happen? What's he
done?" Fanny had been so sound asleep that she had not noticed the
noise in the yard, or the little procession pass the kitchen window on its
way to the study.
"I don't think it is very bad," said Kitty. "Dan threw a piece of wood,
and it--it hit Jabez on the forehead, and--and oh, Fanny, what will
father think? I believe he is angry with us already, and you know he
was out all night and is very tired, and he will be more angry if there's
no hot water or anything he wants, and I--I did so want to help him."
Fanny, who appeared more concerned about Jabez than about her
master, was, with a lavish use of sticks, kindling a big blaze under a
small kettle, and soon had water ready as hot as it was needed. Kitty,
greatly relieved, ran back with it to her father.
"I suppose, as usual, there was none," he said gravely, "though I have
said until I am tired that in a doctor's house there should always be a
supply;" and Kitty could find nothing to say.
Jabez by this time was seated in a chair, facing the light. He was
looking very pale and subdued. The thought of having his
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