Among the whitening ashes on her hearth only a single coal remained alive.
CHAPTER III
TO A FINISH
The hospital called her on the telephone about eight o'clock in the morning:
"Miss Evelyn Erith, please?"
"Yes," she said in a tired voice, "who is it?"
"Is this Miss Erith?"
"Yes."
"This is the Superintendent's office, Samaritan, Hospital, Miss
Dalton speaking."
The girl's heart contracted with a pang of sheer pain. She closed her eyes and waited. The voice came over the wire again: