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           Anddon’tyoufretyourselfaboutanything—why,ifwefollowedourfeelingsallthetimewe’dbelikecatschasin’theirtails.MissScout,seeifyoucantelluswhathappened,whileit’sstillfreshinyourmind.Youthinkyoucan?Didyouseehimfollowingyou?"

           IwenttoAtticusandfelthisarmsgoaroundme.Iburiedmyheadinhislap."Westartedhome.IsaidJem,I’veforgotm’shoes.Soon’swestartedbackfor‘emthelightswentout.JemsaidIcouldget‘emtomorrow...."

           "Scout,raiseupsoMr.Tatecanhearyou,"Atticussaid.Icrawledintohislap.

           "ThenJemsaidhushaminute.Ithoughthewasthinkin’—healwayswantsyoutohushsohecanthink—thenhesaidheheardsomethin’.WethoughtitwasCecil."

           "Cecil?"

           "CecilJacobs.Hescaredusoncetonight,an’wethoughtitwashimagain.Hehadonasheet.Theygaveaquarterforthebestcostume,Idon’tknowwhowonit—"

           "WherewereyouwhenyouthoughtitwasCecil?"

           "Justalittlepiecefromtheschoolhouse.Iyelledsomethin’athim—"

           "Youyelled,what?"

           "CecilJacobsisabigfathen,Ithink.Wedidn’thearnothin’—thenJemyelledhelloorsomethin’loudenoughtowakethedead—"

           "Justaminute,Scout,"saidMr.Tate."Mr.Finch,didyouhearthem?"

           Atticussaidhedidn’t.Hehadtheradioon.AuntAlexandrahadhersgoinginherbedroom.Herememberedbecauseshetoldhimtoturnhisdownabitsoshecouldhearhers.Atticussmiled."Ialwaysplayaradiotooloud."