Lorna looked at Henrietta and shook her head. This sort of logic was too much for her.
“But I bet you one thing,” said Lem. “I would n't ever buy any junk they had just stole out of pop's yard. If they went around back an' stole some, an' brought it around front an' wanted to sell it, you bet I would n't buy it. That ain't honest. That's cheatin'.”
“So you see, Lorna,” said Henrietta; “what is needed here is an education in property rights and not summary punishment. But I have a feeling that Lem's theory of rights will be hard to make clear to Miss Susan.”
“Well, I'll get even with her, all right,” said Lem, nodding his head. “You wait an' you'll see! She can't make my father leave me here an' then go an' tell old Schulig to put me in jail. I'll get even, you bet!”
“Listen, Lem,” Henrietta said, taking his hand. “You must not feel that way.”
“Well, I do, just the same,” he said.
“But you must not. Your Aunt Sue likes you—”
“In a pig's eye, she does!”
“Yes, she does. She loves you, Lem. We all love you. Your Aunt Sue does n't understand boys yet, and she was upset when she heard you say you had stolen—”
“I'll upset her, all right!”