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Chapter 10
Ireturnedtothefrontyardandbusiedmyselffortwohourserectingacomplicatedworksatthesideoftheporch,consistingofatire,anorangecrate,thelaundryhamper,theporchchairs,andasmallU.S.flagJemgavemefromapopcornbox.
WhenAtticuscamehometodinnerhefoundmecroucheddownaimingacrossthestreet."Whatareyoushootingat?"
"MissMaudie’srearend."
Atticusturnedandsawmygeneroustargetbendingoverherbushes.Hepushedhishattothebackofhisheadandcrossedthestreet."Maudie,"hecalled,"IthoughtI’dbetterwarnyou.You’reinconsiderableperil."
MissMaudiestraightenedupandlookedtowardme.Shesaid,"Atticus,youareadevilfromhell."
WhenAtticusreturnedhetoldmetobreakcamp."Don’tyoueverletmecatchyoupointingthatgunatanybodyagain,"hesaid.
Iwishedmyfatherwasadevilfromhell.IsoundedoutCalpurniaonthesubject."Mr.Finch?Why,hecandolotsofthings."
"Likewhat?"Iasked.
Calpurniascratchedherhead."Well,Idon’trightlyknow,"shesaid.
JemunderlineditwhenheaskedAtticusifhewasgoingoutfortheMethodistsandAtticussaidhe’dbreakhisneckifhedid,hewasjusttoooldforthatsortofthing.TheMethodistsweretryingtopayofftheirchurchmortgage,andhadchallengedtheBaptiststoagameoftouchfootball.Everybodyintown’sfatherwasplaying,itseemed,exceptAtticus.
