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Chapter 8
Jemscowled,"Iain’tgonnadoanythingtohim,"butIwatchedthesparkoffreshadventureleavehiseyes."Justthink,Scout,"hesaid,"ifyou’djustturnedaround,you’daseenhim."
Calpurniawokeusatnoon.Atticushadsaidweneednotgotoschoolthatday,we’dlearnnothingafternosleep.Calpurniasaidforustotryandcleanupthefrontyard.
MissMaudie’ssunhatwassuspendedinathinlayerofice,likeaflyinamber,andwehadtodigunderthedirtforherhedge-clippers.Wefoundherinherbackyard,gazingatherfrozencharredazaleas.
"We’rebringingbackyourthings,MissMaudie,"saidJem."We’reawfulsorry."
MissMaudielookedaround,andtheshadowofheroldgrincrossedherface."Alwayswantedasmallerhouse,JemFinch.Givesmemoreyard.Justthink,I’llhavemoreroomformyazaleasnow!"
"Youain’tgrievin’,MissMaudie?"Iasked,surprised.Atticussaidherhousewasnearlyallshehad.
"Grieving,child?Why,Ihatedthatoldcowbarn.Thoughtofsettin’firetoitahundredtimesmyself,exceptthey’dlockmeup."
"But—"
"Don’tyouworryaboutme,JeanLouiseFinch.Therearewaysofdoingthingsyoudon’tknowabout.Why,I’llbuildmealittlehouseandtakemeacoupleofroomersand—gracious,I’llhavethefinestyardinAlabama.ThoseBellingraths’lllookplainpunywhenIgetstarted!"
