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           MissMaudiehadknownUncleJackFinch,Atticus’sbrother,sincetheywerechildren.Nearlythesameage,theyhadgrownuptogetheratFinch’sLanding.MissMaudiewasthedaughterofaneighboringlandowner,Dr.FrankBuford.Dr.Buford’sprofessionwasmedicineandhisobsessionwasanythingthatgrewintheground,sohestayedpoor.UncleJackFinchconfinedhispassionfordiggingtohiswindowboxesinNashvilleandstayedrich.WesawUncleJackeveryChristmas,andeveryChristmasheyelledacrossthestreetforMissMaudietocomemarryhim.MissMaudiewouldyellback,"Callalittlelouder,JackFinch,andthey’llhearyouatthepostoffice,Ihaven’theardyouyet!"JemandIthoughtthisastrangewaytoaskforalady’shandinmarriage,butthenUncleJackwasratherstrange.HesaidhewastryingtogetMissMaudie’sgoat,thathehadbeentryingunsuccessfullyforfortyyears,thathewasthelastpersonintheworldMissMaudiewouldthinkaboutmarryingbutthefirstpersonshethoughtaboutteasing,andthebestdefensetoherwasspiritedoffense,allofwhichweunderstoodclearly.

           "ArthurRadleyjuststaysinthehouse,that’sall,"saidMissMaudie."Wouldn’tyoustayinthehouseifyoudidn’twanttocomeout?"

           "Yessum,butI’dwantacomeout.Whydoesn’the?"

           MissMaudie’seyesnarrowed."YouknowthatstoryaswellasIdo."

           "Ineverheardwhy,though.Nobodyevertoldmewhy."

           MissMaudiesettledherbridgework."YouknowoldMr.Radleywasafoot-washingBaptist—"

           "That’swhatyouare,ain’tit?"