"I did feel pretty angry, Lem; but we won't talk any more about that. I do not think either you or Dolly will trouble our little girls again; will you?"
"I shan't," said Lem, "and if Doll gets well and does, I'll fix her: that's all."
Lem scarcely spoke without using some very bad word, such as is not best for me to write or you to read; and Mr. Stanton was waiting his time to speak to him about this. It came now.
"But maybe she'll die," continued Lem. "Anyhow, you and your folks has been real good to me and Doll: what for I don't know, for we did plague you awful. I don't s'pose I'll ever get the chance to do you a good turn; but, if I do, you see if I don't."
"Lem," said Mr. Stanton, "you might do me a good turn now if you choose."
"Can I, though?" said Lem; "well, I will fast enough; for you're a fustrate fellow, and you tell fustrate tiger and bear stories. S'pose you don't know another, do you?"
"Plenty more," said Mr. Stanton; "what I want you to do for me, is not to use bad words."
"Never had no schoolin'," said Lem, a little sulkily.