“Open your mouth,” she said, and popped a juicy section into Lem's mouth. He made no effort to get up. He was contented where he was, and opened his mouth from time to time, as a baby does when being fed. “I bet Aunt Sue is sore on me,” he said presently. “I don't care. She did n't have to take me if she did n't want to. She made pop leave me. I'd rather stay with pop an' help him be a saint, anyway. I guess I 'll go back, anyway, when we get out of jail. How long are pop an' me goin' to be in jail?” “You're not going to be in jail, either of you,” said Henrietta. “Judge Bruce fixed it all up.” “I bet Aunt Sue's sorry, ain't she?” asked Lem. “Lem,” Henrietta said, “you must not think badly of your Aunt Sue. She is a good woman and she means to be kind. She likes you--” “Rats!” said Lem. “She likes me like snakes. She hates me, that's what she does. I'll get even with _her_, all right.” Lorna stood in the doorway. “How's Lem?” she asked. “Fine,” said Henrietta, and Lorna came and sat on the other edge of the bed. “And who is this you're going to get even with, Lem?” Lorna asked. “That old Aunt Sue,” Lem said. “I 'll do it, too. She told that old Schulig to take me to jail, an' I had n't done nothin' but hook a chunk o' lead. From old Shuder. He's only a Jew, anyway. He's a Russian Jew. He ought n't to holler when--” “When what, Lem?” “When it wasn't his lead, anyhow. It was pop's lead. Swatty an' Bony sold it to pop first. I know, because I bought it from them, an' then they hooked it out of pop's junk-pile an' sold it to Shuder. So it was n't Shuder's; it was pop's, anyway. I was just gettin' it back again.” “But you sold it to your father again after you got it back,” expostulated Henrietta, although she smiled. “Well, it was good lead, wasn't it? It was worth the money, was n't it? We sold it to him cheap enough, did n't we?” “Yes, but it was his lead already--” “No, it wasn't. Because Swatty an' Bony stole it an' sold it to old Shuder. He would n't have bought it if it wasn't theirs, would he? He's too slick to do that, you bet! He knew it was theirs. An', anyway, it ought to be theirs, because they had it first.” “Had it first?” Henrietta asked. “Out of Harburger's back yard,” said Lem. “It was just lyin' there an' nobody was doin' anything with it. So they had a right to take it, did n't they? That's what junk's for, ain't it? What use was an old chunk of lead stickin' in the mud, I'd like to know! So it was Swatty's an' Bony's, because they found it.” “Mercy!” exclaimed Lorna. “Do you mean they stole it from Harburger's back yard and sold it to your father, and then stole it from him and sold it to Shuder, and then stole it from Shuder and sold it to your father again?” “Why, of course--” “And I suppose,” said Lorna, “they would have gone on forever, stealing it from your father and selling it to Shuder, and stealing it from Shuder to sell to your father.” “No,” Lem said.