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           Shewasnowstandingarmsakimbo,hershouldersdroopingalittle,herheadedtooneside,herglasseswinkinginthesunlight.Weknewsheworeagrinoftheuttermostwickedness.

           Thedriverofthewagonsloweddownhismules,andashrill-voicedwomancalledout:"Hethatcomethinvanitydepartethindarkness!"

           MissMaudieanswered:"Amerryheartmakethacheerfulcountenance!"

           Iguessthatthefoot-washersthoughtthattheDevilwasquotingScriptureforhisownpurposes,asthedriverspeededhismules.WhytheyobjectedtoMissMaudie’syardwasamystery,heightenedinmymindbecauseforsomeonewhospentallthedaylighthoursoutdoors,MissMaudie’scommandofScripturewasformidable.

           "Yougoin’tocourtthismorning?"askedJem.Wehadstrolledover.

           "Iamnot,"shesaid."Ihavenobusinesswiththecourtthismorning."

           "Aren’tyougoin’downtowatch?"askedDill.

           "Iamnot.‘t’smorbid,watchingapoordevilontrialforhislife.Lookatallthosefolks,it’slikeaRomancarnival."

           "Theyhaftatryhiminpublic,MissMaudie,"Isaid."Wouldn’tberightiftheydidn’t."

           "I’mquiteawareofthat,"shesaid."Justbecauseit’spublic,Idon’thavetogo,doI?"

           MissStephanieCrawfordcameby.Sheworeahatandgloves."Um,um,um,"shesaid."Lookatallthosefolks—you’dthinkWilliamJenningsBryanwasspeakin’."

           "Andwhereareyougoing,Stephanie?"inquiredMissMaudie.

           "TotheJitneyJungle."