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           "Whatfor,Jem?Ican’tcomedownthesidewalkeverytimeyouwantme."

           "There’ssomethin’wrongwithanolddogdownyonder."

           Calpurniasighed."Ican’twrapupanydog’sfootnow.There’ssomegauzeinthebathroom,gogetitanddoityourself."

           Jemshookhishead."He’ssick,Cal.Something’swrongwithhim."

           "What’shedoin’,tryingtocatchhistail?"

           "No,he’sdoin’likethis."

           Jemgulpedlikeagoldfish,hunchedhisshouldersandtwitchedhistorso."He’sgoin’likethat,onlynotlikehemeansto."

           "Areyoutellingmeastory,JemFinch?"Calpurnia’svoicehardened.

           "NoCal,IswearI’mnot."

           "Washerunnin’?"

           "No,he’sjustmoseyin’along,soslowyoucan’thardlytellit.He’scomin’thisway."

           CalpurniarinsedherhandsandfollowedJemintotheyard."Idon’tseeanydog,"shesaid.

           ShefollowedusbeyondtheRadleyPlaceandlookedwhereJempointed.TimJohnsonwasnotmuchmorethanaspeckinthedistance,buthewasclosertous.Hewalkederratically,asifhisrightlegswereshorterthanhisleftlegs.Heremindedmeofacarstuckinasandbed.

           "He’sgonelopsided,"saidJem.