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           Heliftedmetomyfeetandwalkedmetomyroom."Heardeverywordyousaid,"Imuttered."...wasn’tsleepatall,‘saboutashipan’Three-FingeredFred‘n’Stoner’sBoy...."

           Heunhookedmyoveralls,leanedmeagainsthim,andpulledthemoff.Heheldmeupwithonehandandreachedformypajamaswiththeother.

           "Yeah,an’theyallthoughtitwasStoner’sBoymessin’uptheirclubhousean’throwin’inkalloveritan’..."

           Heguidedmetothebedandsatmedown.Heliftedmylegsandputmeunderthecover.

           "An’theychasedhim‘n’nevercouldcatchhim‘causetheydidn’tknowwhathelookedlike,an’Atticus,whentheyfinallysawhim,whyhehadn’tdoneanyofthosethings...Atticus,hewasrealnice...."

           Hishandswereundermychin,pullingupthecover,tuckingitaroundme.

           "Mostpeopleare,Scout,whenyoufinallyseethem."

           HeturnedoutthelightandwentintoJem’sroom.Hewouldbethereallnight,andhewouldbetherewhenJemwakedupinthemorning.