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.