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           "Comeon,Scout,don’tjustliethere!"Jemwasscreaming."Getup,can’tcha?"

           Igottomyfeet,tremblingasIthawed.

           "Getthetire!"Jemhollered."Bringitwithyou!Ain’tyougotanysenseatall?"

           WhenIwasabletonavigate,Iranbacktothemasfastasmyshakingkneeswouldcarryme.

           "Whydidn’tyoubringit?"Jemyelled.

           "Whydon’tyougetit?"Iscreamed.

           Jemwassilent.

           "Goon,itain’tfarinsidethegate.Why,youeventouchedthehouseonce,remember?"

           Jemlookedatmefuriously,couldnotdecline,randownthesidewalk,treadedwateratthegate,thendashedinandretrievedthetire.

           "Seethere?"Jemwasscowlingtriumphantly."Nothin’toit.Iswear,Scout,sometimesyouactsomuchlikeagirlit’smortifyin’."

           Therewasmoretoitthanheknew,butIdecidednottotellhim.

           Calpurniaappearedinthefrontdoorandyelled,"Lemonadetime!Youallgetinoutathathotsun‘foreyoufryalive!"Lemonadeinthemiddleofthemorningwasasummertimeritual.Calpurniasetapitcherandthreeglassesontheporch,thenwentaboutherbusiness.BeingoutofJem’sgoodgracesdidnotworrymeespecially.Lemonadewouldrestorehisgoodhumor.