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           Mycuriosityburst:"Whywereyoualltakin’upcollectionforTomRobinson’swife?"

           "Didn’tyouhearwhy?"askedReverendSykes."Helen’sgotthreelittle’unsandshecan’tgoouttowork—"

           "Whycan’tshetake‘emwithher,Reverend?"Iasked.ItwascustomaryforfieldNegroeswithtinychildrentodeposittheminwhatevershadetherewaswhiletheirparentsworked—usuallythebabiessatintheshadebetweentworowsofcotton.Thoseunabletositwerestrappedpapoose-styleontheirmothers’backs,orresidedinextracottonbags.

           ReverendSykeshesitated."Totellyouthetruth,MissJeanLouise,Helen’sfindingithardtogetworkthesedays...whenit’spickingtime,IthinkMr.LinkDeas’lltakeher."

           "Whynot,Reverend?"

           Beforehecouldanswer,IfeltCalpurnia’shandonmyshoulder.AtitspressureIsaid,"Wethankyouforlettin’uscome."Jemechoedme,andwemadeourwayhomeward.

           "Cal,IknowTomRobinson’sinjailan’he’sdonesomethin’awful,butwhywon’tfolkshireHelen?"Iasked.

           Calpurnia,inhernavyvoiledressandtubofahat,walkedbetweenJemandme."It’sbecauseofwhatfolkssayTom’sdone,"shesaid."Folksaren’tanxiousto—tohaveanythingtodowithanyofhisfamily."

           "Justwhatdidhedo,Cal?"

           Calpurniasighed."OldMr.BobEwellaccusedhimofrapin’hisgirlan’hadhimarrestedan’putinjail—"