To kill a mocking bird

But I kept aloof from their more foolhardy schemes for a while, and on pain of being called a g-irl, I spent most of the remaining twilights that summer sitting with Miss Maudie Atkinson on her front porch.

But I must say Providence was kind enough to burn down that old mausoleum of mine, I'm too old to keep it up-maybe you're right, Jean Louise, this is a settled neighborhood.

Jem threw open the gate and sped to the side of the house, slapped it with his palm and ran back past us, not waiting to see if his foray was successful.

We lived on the main residential street in town-Atticus, Jem and I, plus Ca1purnia our cook.

I sniffed it and it smelled all right.

Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

Uncle Jack Finch confined his passion for digging to his window boxes in Nashville and stayed rich.

Tim Johnson leaped, flopped over and crumpled on the sidewalk in a brown-and-white heap.

A Negro would not pass the Radley Place at night, he would cut across to the sidewalk opposite and whistle as he walked.

She was furious, and when she was furious Calpurnia's grammar became erratic.

Mr. Avery averaged a stick of stovewood per week; he honed it down to a toothpick and chewed it.

Microscopic grains oozed out.

he Radleys, welcome anywhere in town, kept to themselves, a predilection unforgivable in Maycomb.

I was on the verge of leavin'- I done done my time for this year."

But by the end of August our repertoire was vapid from countless reproductions, and it was then that Dill gave us the idea of making Boo Radley come out.

I see it-"
Jem looked around, reached up, and gingerly pocketed a tiny shiny package.

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

Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were expended by the State of Alabama in its well-meaning but fruitless efforts to teach me Group Dynamics.

They ambled across the square, shuffled in and out of the stores around it, took their time about everything.

Dill would walk by, cough at Jem, and Jem would fake a plunge into Dill's thigh.