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           Thistimethetacticsweredifferent,butAuntAlexandra’saimwasthesame.Perhapsthiswaswhyshehadcometolivewithus—tohelpuschooseourfriends.IwouldholdheroffaslongasIcould:"Ifthey’regoodfolks,thenwhycan’tIbenicetoWalter?"

           "Ididn’tsaynottobenicetohim.Youshouldbefriendlyandpolitetohim,youshouldbegracioustoeverybody,dear.Butyoudon’thavetoinvitehimhome."

           "Whatifhewaskintous,Aunty?"

           "Thefactisthatheisnotkintous,butifhewere,myanswerwouldbethesame."

           "Aunty,"Jemspokeup,"Atticussaysyoucanchooseyourfriendsbutyousho’can’tchooseyourfamily,an’they’restillkintoyounomatterwhetheryouacknowledge‘emornot,anditmakesyoulookrightsillywhenyoudon’t."

           "That’syourfatheralloveragain,"saidAuntAlexandra,"andIstillsaythatJeanLouisewillnotinviteWalterCunninghamtothishouse.IfhewereherdoublefirstcousinonceremovedhewouldstillnotbereceivedinthishouseunlesshecomestoseeAtticusonbusiness.Nowthatisthat."

           ShehadsaidIndeedNot,butthistimeshewouldgiveherreasons:"ButIwanttoplaywithWalter,Aunty,whycan’tI?"

           Shetookoffherglassesandstaredatme."I’lltellyouwhy,"shesaid."Because—he—is—trash,that’swhyyoucan’tplaywithhim.I’llnothaveyouaroundhim,pickinguphishabitsandlearningLord-knows-what.You’reenoughofaproblemtoyourfatherasitis."