Убить пересмешника

           Jemgulpeddownhissecondglassfulandslappedhischest."Iknowwhatwearegoingtoplay,"heannounced."Somethingnew,somethingdifferent."

           "What?"askedDill.

           "BooRadley."

           Jem’sheadattimeswastransparent:hehadthoughtthatuptomakemeunderstandhewasn’tafraidofRadleysinanyshapeorform,tocontrasthisownfearlessheroismwithmycowardice.

           "BooRadley?How?"askedDill.

           Jemsaid,"Scout,youcanbeMrs.Radley—"

           "IdeclareifIwill.Idon’tthink—"

           "’Smatter?"saidDill."Stillscared?"

           "Hecangetoutatnightwhenwe’reallasleep...."Isaid.

           Jemhissed."Scout,how’shegonnaknowwhatwe’redoin’?Besides,Idon’tthinkhe’sstillthere.Hediedyearsagoandtheystuffedhimupthechimney."

           Dillsaid,"Jem,youandmecanplayandScoutcanwatchifshe’sscared."

           IwasfairlysureBooRadleywasinsidethathouse,butIcouldn’tproveit,andfeltitbesttokeepmymouthshutorIwouldbeaccusedofbelievinginHotSteams,phenomenaIwasimmunetointhedaytime.

           Jemparceledoutourroles:IwasMrs.Radley,andallIhadtodowascomeoutandsweeptheporch.