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           Wedidn’tknow.

           Calpurniasaid,"YourGranddaddyFinchgaveittome."

           "WereyoufromtheLanding?"Jemasked."Younevertoldusthat."

           "Icertainlyam,MisterJem.GrewupdowntherebetweentheBufordPlaceandtheLandin’.I’vespentallmydaysworkin’fortheFinchesortheBufords,an’ImovedtoMaycombwhenyourdaddyandyourmammamarried."

           "Whatwasthebook,Cal?"Iasked.

           "Blackstone’sCommentaries."

           Jemwasthunderstruck."YoumeanyoutaughtZeebooutathat?"

           "Whyyessir,MisterJem."Calpurniatimidlyputherfingerstohermouth."TheyweretheonlybooksIhad.YourgrandaddysaidMr.BlackstonewrotefineEnglish—"

           "That’swhyyoudon’ttalkliketherestof‘em,"saidJem.

           "Therestofwho?"

           "Restofthecoloredfolks.Cal,butyoutalkedliketheydidinchurch...."

           ThatCalpurnialedamodestdoublelifeneverdawnedonme.Theideathatshehadaseparateexistenceoutsideourhouseholdwasanovelone,tosaynothingofherhavingcommandoftwolanguages.

           "Cal,"Iasked,"whydoyoutalknigger-talktothe—toyourfolkswhenyouknowit’snotright?"