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           "Well,inthefirstplaceI’mblack—"

           "Thatdoesn’tmeanyouhaftatalkthatwaywhenyouknowbetter,"saidJem.

           Calpurniatiltedherhatandscratchedherhead,thenpressedherhatdowncarefullyoverherears."It’srighthardtosay,"shesaid."SupposeyouandScouttalkedcolored-folks’talkathomeit’dbeoutofplace,wouldn’tit?NowwhatifItalkedwhite-folks’talkatchurch,andwithmyneighbors?They’dthinkIwasputtin’onairstobeatMoses."

           "ButCal,youknowbetter,"Isaid.

           "It’snotnecessarytotellallyouknow.It’snotladylike—inthesecondplace,folksdon’tliketohavesomebodyaroundknowin’morethantheydo.Itaggravates‘em.You’renotgonnachangeanyofthembytalkin’right,they’vegottowanttolearnthemselves,andwhentheydon’twanttolearnthere’snothingyoucandobutkeepyourmouthshutortalktheirlanguage."

           "Cal,canIcometoseeyousometimes?"

           Shelookeddownatme."Seeme,honey?Youseemeeveryday."

           "Outtoyourhouse,"Isaid."Sometimesafterwork?Atticuscangetme."

           "Anytimeyouwantto,"shesaid."We’dbegladtohaveyou."

           WewereonthesidewalkbytheRadleyPlace.

           "Lookontheporchyonder,"Jemsaid.

           IlookedovertotheRadleyPlace,expectingtoseeitsphantomoccupantsunninghimselfintheswing.Theswingwasempty.