Her "skill" would have made a surgeon or a nurse smile, but the result was soothing and comforting.
"I woke up suddenly and thought I smelt burning; then I was sure I did, and I got out and opened my door and saw a bright light shining under Dan's door." Here Anna had the grace to blush, for she remembered another occasion when she had seen a light shining under a door, and had _not_ flown in a frenzy of fear to save those inside.

"I crept down the passage, and then I knew that the smell of burning was coming from Dan's room.

I knocked, but he didn't answer, and the light grew so bright that I got frightened, and I rushed in and snatched the paper out of his hand, and beat out the flames." Her face, which had been very flushed, was now deadly white.

"I think I will go back to bed now," she said faintly, "I am dreadfully tired." And dreadfully tired she was too, thoroughly exhausted and overcome.
Kitty helped her to her room and tucked her in her bed, and as she was bending over her, Anna raised her usually restless eyes to her very pleadingly.
"Kitty, you must let me have my own way, or I shan't feel that I've done anything towards--towards wiping out--you know what I mean." "I know," said Kitty.

"We won't talk any more about it to-night.
We will wait until to-morrow.