But look at Anna; do try and do something for her.

She has burnt her hands horribly, and I didn't know what to put on them.

What can I do?
Kitty, do do something; she is in frightful pain, and she was so plucky." Even in her great pain Anna looked up gratified by this praise.
Kitty gently lifted her hands and looked at them, then laid them down again with a little shocked cry, for the whole of the palms and the fingers were covered with burns.
"Oh you poor, poor thing!" she cried.--"Dan, do creep down to the surgery, and bring up the bottle of carron oil.

You will find it on the floor by the window.

Father always keeps it there .-- O Anna," putting her arms round her cousin's quivering shoulders, "how you must be suffering! I am _so_ sorry.