“I’ll fix that!” she whispered aloud.
It took Melvina some time to fulfill her errand, but at length she returned, and the moment she was inside the door Ellen’s shrill query greeted her:
“Well, did you burn it?”
“Yes, marm.”
“Every scrap of it?”
“You didn’t leave nothin’?”
“No.”
The woman in the bed drew a satisfied breath.
“That’s all right then. Now get me a drink of water, an’ I’ll go to sleep.”