To kill a Mockingbird

Lastly, we were to stay away from that house until we were invited there, we were not to play an asinine game he had seen us playing or make fun of anybody on this street or in this town.

There went with the house the usual legend about the Yankees: one Finch female, recently engaged, donned her complete trousseau to save it from raiders in the neighborhood; she became stuck in the door to the Daughters' Staircase but was doused wit

Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people's chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker's Eddy, people still looked at the Radley

Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people's chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker's Eddy, people still looked at the Radley

When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to play football were assuaged, he was seldom self-conscious about his injury.

It was obstreperous, disorderly and abusive -"
"You gonna give me a chance to tell you?

Boo's transition from the basement toback home was nebulous in Jem's memory.

I don't know of any landowner around here who begrudges those children any game their father can hit."

His fists were half cocked, as if expecting an onslaught from both of us

In Maycomb County, hunting out of season was a misdemeanor at law, a capital felony in the eyes of the populace.

Jem decided there was no point in quibbling, and was silent.

"Gracious child, I was raveling a thread, wasn't even thinking about your father, but now that I am I'll say this: Atticus Finch is the same in his house as he is on the public streets.

One time I asked her to have a chew and she said no thanks, that---chewing gum cleaved to her palate and rendered her speechless," said Jem carefully.

Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.

Inside the house lived a malevolent phantom.

Until Jem and Dill excluded me from their plans, she was only another lady in the neighborhood, but a relatively benign presence.

So Simon, having forgotten his teacher's dictum on the possession of human chattels, bought three slaves and with their aid established a homestead on the banks of the Alabama River some forty miles above Saint Stephens.

Somehow, it was hotter then: a black dog suffered on a summer's day; bony mules hitched to Hoover carts flicked flies in the sweltering shade of the live oaks on the square.

Once the town was terrorized by a series of morbid nocturnal events: people's chickens and household pets were found mutilated; although the culprit was Crazy Addie, who eventually drowned himself in Barker's Eddy, people still looked at the Radley

According to neighborhood legend, when the younger Radley boy was in his teens he became acquainted with some of the Cunninghams from Old Sarum, an enormous and confusing tribe domiciled in the northern part of the county, and they formed the neare