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           ThefakepeacethatprevailedonSundayswasmademoreirritatingbyAuntAlexandra’spresence.Atticuswouldfleetohisofficedirectlyafterdinner,whereifwesometimeslookedinonhim,wewouldfindhimsittingbackinhisswivelchairreading.AuntAlexandracomposedherselfforatwo-hournapanddaredustomakeanynoiseintheyard,theneighborhoodwasresting.Jeminhisoldagehadtakentohisroomwithastackoffootballmagazines.SoDillandIspentourSundayscreepingaroundinDeer’sPasture.

           ShootingonSundayswasprohibited,soDillandIkickedJem’sfootballaroundthepastureforawhile,whichwasnofun.DillaskedifI’dliketohaveapokeatBooRadley.IsaidIdidn’tthinkit’dbenicetobotherhim,andspenttherestoftheafternoonfillingDillinonlastwinter’sevents.Hewasconsiderablyimpressed.

           Wepartedatsuppertime,andafterourmealJemandIweresettlingdowntoaroutineevening,whenAtticusdidsomethingthatinterestedus:hecameintothelivingroomcarryingalongelectricalextensioncord.Therewasalightbulbontheend.

           "I’mgoingoutforawhile,"hesaid."Youfolks’llbeinbedwhenIcomeback,soI’llsaygoodnightnow."

           Withthat,heputhishatonandwentoutthebackdoor.

           "He’stakin’thecar,"saidJem.

           Ourfatherhadafewpeculiarities:onewas,heneveratedesserts;anotherwasthathelikedtowalk.