“I put it in her shoe.”
“What shoe?”
“Her shoe in her closet.”
“Her Sunday shoes? The shoes with the cloth tops?”
“Yes, mam.”
“All of it?”
Lem nodded an affirmative.
“Very well,” said Henrietta. “You'll stay here; understand?”
“Yes, mam,” said Lem meekly. “I'll stay.”
“See that you do, if you know what is good for you,” said Henrietta, and she went into the hall, closing the door behind her, but leaving it unlocked. She knew Lem would not try to run away that night.