“Humph!” she muttered. “It’s good as new.”
For some unaccountable reason she seemed disappointed at the discovery.
“Now run downstairs and put it in the stove,” she commanded excitedly. “Wait till every smitch of it’s burned up an’ then come back.”
“Yes, marm.”
But again Melvina loitered.
“I tell you the thing is mine to do with as I please,” declared Ellen angrily.
“Yes, marm.”
“Ain’t you going?”
“Y-e-s.”
As she heard the nurse’s reluctant step on the stairs, an evil light came into the old woman’s face.