Mrs.Transom collapsed.
"Give me the candle," 'Lizabeth commanded.

"Look here--" She held the corner of the will to the flame, and watched it run up at the edge and wrap the whole in fire.

The paper dropped from her hand to the bare boards, and with a dying flicker was consumed.

The charred flakes drifted idly across the floor, stopped, and drifted again.
In dead silence she looked up.
Mrs.Transom's watery eyes were open to their fullest.

'Lizabeth turned to William and found him regarding her with a curious frown.
"Do you know what you've done ?" he asked hoarsely.
'Lizabeth laughed a trifle wildly.
"I reckon I've made reparation." "There was no call--" began William.
"You fool--'twas to _myself!_ An' now," she added quietly, "I'll pick up my things and tramp down to Hooper's Farm; they'll give me a place, I know, an' be glad o' the chance.