“Well, you see, he had a pretty bad time with that leg of his.”
“Oh, it was his leg, was it?”
“A—yes—his leg. He kept waiting for the doctors to cure it. Instead of curing it they kept cutting off little bits of it.”
“Ow! Well—and after vat, when it did get well.”
“It didn’t.”
“And was he lame always, like you?”
“Something like me.”
“Why didn’t he get a store leg, too?”
“He did, I believe—ultimately.”
“And wasn’t it any good?”