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Chapter 4
"Iseeit,Scout!Iseeit—"
Jemlookedaround,reachedup,andgingerlypocketedatinyshinypackage.Weranhome,andonthefrontporchwelookedatasmallboxpatchworkedwithbitsoftinfoilcollectedfromchewing-gumwrappers.Itwasthekindofboxweddingringscamein,purplevelvetwithaminutecatch.Jemflickedopenthetinycatch.Insideweretwoscrubbedandpolishedpennies,oneontopoftheother.Jemexaminedthem.
"Indian-heads,"hesaid."Nineteen-sixandScout,oneofem’snineteen-hundred.Thesearerealold."
"Nineteen-hundred,"Iechoed."Say—"
"Hushaminute,I’mthinkin’."
"Jem,youreckonthat’ssomebody’shidin’place?"
"Naw,don’tanybodymuchbutuspassbythere,unlessit’ssomegrownperson’s—"
"Grownfolksdon’thavehidin’places.Youreckonweoughttokeep‘em,Jem?"
"Idon’tknowwhatwecoulddo,Scout.Who’dwegive‘embackto?Iknowforafactdon’tanybodygobythere—Cecilgoesbythebackstreetan’allthewayaroundbytowntogethome."
CecilJacobs,wholivedatthefarendofourstreetnextdoortothepostoffice,walkedatotalofonemileperschooldaytoavoidtheRadleyPlaceandoldMrs.HenryLafayetteDubose.
