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           "ReckonAunty’llletmeeattheseinthediningroom?"

           Calpurniasaid,"Thiswasall‘roundthebackstepswhenIgotherethismorning.They—they‘preciatewhatyoudid,Mr.Finch.They—theyaren’toversteppin’themselves,arethey?"

           Atticus’seyesfilledwithtears.Hedidnotspeakforamoment."TellthemI’mverygrateful,"hesaid."Tellthem—tellthemtheymustneverdothisagain.Timesaretoohard...."

           Heleftthekitchen,wentinthediningroomandexcusedhimselftoAuntAlexandra,putonhishatandwenttotown.

           WeheardDill’sstepinthehall,soCalpurnialeftAtticus’suneatenbreakfastonthetable.Betweenrabbit-bitesDilltoldusofMissRachel’sreactiontolastnight,whichwas:ifamanlikeAtticusFinchwantstobutthisheadagainstastonewallit’shishead.

           "I’dagothertold,"growledDill,gnawingachickenleg,"butshedidn’tlookmuchliketellin’thismorning.Saidshewasuphalfthenightwonderin’whereIwas,saidshe’dahadthesheriffaftermebuthewasatthehearing."

           "Dill,you’vegottostopgoin’offwithouttellin’her,"saidJem."Itjustaggravatesher."

           Dillsighedpatiently."ItoldhertillIwasblueinthefacewhereIwasgoin’—she’sjustseein’toomanysnakesinthecloset.Betthatwomandrinksapintforbreakfasteverymorning—knowshedrinkstwoglassesfull.Seenher."

           "Don’ttalklikethat,Dill,"saidAuntAlexandra."It’snotbecomingtoachild.It’s—cynical."