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           Tellyouwhat,youallcancomebackwhenyou’veeatenyoursupper—eatslowly,now,youwon’tmissanythingimportant—andifthejury’sstillout,youcanwaitwithus.ButIexpectit’llbeoverbeforeyougetback."

           "Youthinkthey’llacquithimthatfast?"askedJem.

           Atticusopenedhismouthtoanswer,butshutitandleftus.

           IprayedthatReverendSykeswouldsaveourseatsforus,butstoppedprayingwhenIrememberedthatpeoplegotupandleftindroveswhenthejurywasout—tonight,they’doverrunthedrugstore,theO.K.Cafeandthehotel,thatis,unlesstheyhadbroughttheirsupperstoo.

           Calpurniamarchedushome:"—skineveryoneofyoualive,theveryidea,youchildrenlistenin’toallthat!MisterJem,don’tyouknowbetter’ntotakeyourlittlesistertothattrial?MissAlexandra’llabsolutelyhaveastrokeofparalysiswhenshefindsout!Ain’tfittin’forchildrentohear...."

           Thestreetlightswereon,andweglimpsedCalpurnia’sindignantprofileaswepassedbeneaththem."MisterJem,Ithoughtyouwasgettin’somekindaheadonyourshoulders—theveryidea,she’syourlittlesister!Theveryidea,sir!Yououghtabeperfectlyashamedofyourself—ain’tyougotanysenseatall?"

           Iwasexhilarated.SomanythingshadhappenedsofastIfeltitwouldtakeyearstosortthemout,andnowherewasCalpurniagivingherpreciousJemdownthecountry—whatnewmarvelswouldtheeveningbring?

           Jemwaschuckling.