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           "Theymustnotknowyou’rehere,"saidJem."We’dknowiftheywerelookin’foryou...."

           "Thinkthey’restillsearchin’allthepictureshowsinMeridian."Dillgrinned.

           "Yououghtaletyourmotherknowwhereyouare,"saidJem."Yououghtaletherknowyou’rehere...."

           Dill’seyesflickeredatJem,andJemlookedatthefloor.Thenheroseandbroketheremainingcodeofourchildhood.Hewentoutoftheroomanddownthehall."Atticus,"hisvoicewasdistant,"canyoucomehereaminute,sir?"

           Beneathitssweat-streakeddirtDill’sfacewentwhite.Ifeltsick.Atticuswasinthedoorway.

           Hecametothemiddleoftheroomandstoodwithhishandsinhispockets,lookingdownatDill.

           Ifinallyfoundmyvoice:"It’sokay,Dill.Whenhewantsyoutoknowsomethin’,hetellsyou."

           Dilllookedatme."Imeanit’sallright,"Isaid."Youknowhewouldn’tbotheryou,youknowyouain’tscaredofAtticus."

           "I’mnotscared..."Dillmuttered.

           "Justhungry,I’llbet."Atticus’svoicehaditsusualpleasantdryness."Scout,wecandobetterthanapanofcoldcornbread,can’twe?YoufillthisfellowupandwhenIgetbackwe’llseewhatwecansee."

           "Mr.Finch,don’ttellAuntRachel,don’tmakemegoback,pleasesir!I’llrunoffagain—!"

           "Whoa,son,"saidAtticus."Nobody’sabouttomakeyougoanywherebuttobedprettysoon.