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: May I see your watch? "To Atticus, My Beloved Husband." Atticus, Jem says this watch is gonna belong to him some day. Atticus Finch
: That's right. Scout
: Why? Atticus Finch
: Well, it's customary for the boy to have his father's watch. Scout
: What are you gonna give me? Atticus Finch
: Well, I don't know that I have much else of value that belongs to me... But there's a pearl necklace; there's a ring that belonged to your mother. And I've put them away, and they're to be yours.
[Atticus on the porch overhearing their conversation
: How old was I when Mama died? Jem
: Two. Scout
: How old were you? Jem
: Six. Scout
: Old as I am now? Jem
: Uh-huh. Scout
: Was Mama pretty? Jem
: Uh-huh. Scout
: Was Mama nice? Jem
: Uh-huh. Scout
: Did you love her? Jem
: Yes. Scout
: Did I love her? Jem
: Yes. Scout
: Do you miss her? Jem
: Do you know what a compromise is? Scout
: Bendin' the law? Atticus Finch
: [slightly bemused
] Uh, no. It's an agreement reached by mutual consent. Now, here's the way it works. You concede the necessity of goin' to school, we'll keep right on readin' the same every night, just as we always have. Is that a bargain?
: Atticus, do you defend niggers? Atticus Finch
] Don't say 'nigger,' Scout. Scout
: I didn't say it... Cecil Jacobs did; that's why I had to fight him. Atticus Finch
] Scout, I don't want you fightin'! Scout
: I had to, Atticus, he... Atticus Finch
: I don't care what the reasons are: I forbid you to fight.
: There are some things that you're not old enough to understand just yet. There's been some high talk around town to the effect that I shouldn't do much about defending this man. Scout
: If you shouldn't be defending him, then why are you doing it? Atticus Finch
: For a number of reasons. The main one is that if I didn't, I couldn't hold my head up in town. I couldn't even tell you or Jem not to do somethin' again.
[he puts his arm around her
] Atticus Finch
: You're gonna hear some ugly talk about this in school. But I want you to promise me one thing: That you won't get into fights over it, no matter what they say to you.
: I said, 'Hey,' Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment getting along?
[He turns and looks away
: Don't you remember me, Mr. Cunningham? I'm Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one early morning, remember? We had a talk. I went and got my daddy to come out and thank you. I go to school with your boy. I go to school with Walter; he's a nice boy. Tell him 'hey' for me, won't you? You know something, Mr. Cunningham, entailments are bad. Entailments...
[She suddenly becomes self-conscious
: Atticus, I was just saying to Mr. Cunningham that entailments were bad but not to worry. Takes a long time sometimes...
[to the men who are staring up at her
: What's the matter? I sure meant no harm, Mr. Cunningham.
: Why there he is, Mr. Tate. He can tell you his name...
[Looks at the man
: Hey, Boo. Atticus Finch
: [making introductions
] Miss Jean Louise, Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.
: You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep. Couldn't if he was awake, though; he wouldn't let you. Go ahead.
: Mr. Tate was right. Atticus Finch
: What do you mean? Scout
: Well, it would be sort of like shooting a mockingbird, wouldn't it?
: Good Afternoon Miss Dubose... My, you look like a picture this afternoon. Scout
: [hiding behind Atticus whispering to Jem and Dill
] He don't say a picture of what.
: Hey Miss Dubose. Mrs. Dubose
: Don't you say "hey" to me, you ugly girl!
: Jem is up in a tree, he said he won't come down until you agree to play football with the Methodists.
] Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go and nothing to buy... and no money to buy it with. Although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself... That summer, I was six years old.
] There just didn't seem to be anyone or anything Atticus couldn't explain. Though it wasn't a talent that would arouse the admiration of any of our friends, Jem and I had to admit he was very good at that - but that was *all* he was good at... we thought.
] Atticus had promised me he would wear me out if he ever heard of me fightin' any more. I was far too old and too big for such childish things, and the sooner I learned to hold in, the better off everybody would be. I soon forgot... Cecil Jacobs *made* me forget.
] By October, things had settled down again. I still looked for Boo every time I went by the Radley place. This night my mind was filled with Halloween - there was to be a pageant representing our county's agricultural products; I was to be a ham. Jem said he would escort me to the school auditorium. Thus began our longest journey together.
] Neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a knife, and our lives.
] One time Atticus said you never really knew a man until you stood in his shoes and walked around in them; just standin' on the Radley porch was enough. The summer that had begun so long ago had ended, and another summer had taken its place, and a fall, and Boo Radley had come out.
] Older Scout
] I was to think of these days many times. Of Jem, and Dill, and Boo Radley, and Tom Robinson, and Atticus. He would be in Jem's room all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.