She did not have to wait long.

It was the old story.

Her combination had not come out, and she was starving.
As she moved back toward the door she staggered a little.

Pinky, who had become curious about her, noticed this, and watched her as she went out.
"It's about up with the old lady, I guess," she said to her companion, with an unfeeling laugh.
And she was right.

On the next morning the poor old woman was found dead in her room, and those who prepared her for burial said that she was wasted to a skeleton.