One day she had followed him into the stable, and on the window-sill, among all the cobwebs where it had been put away and forgotten, she found the little bottle of chlorodyne. She took it up, and Jim scolded her gently as if she had been a child. "Yore lil haands is always maddlin'. Yo' put thot down." "What is it?" "It's poison, is thot. There's enoof there t' kill a maan.