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Chapter 5
ItwouldfluttertothegroundandJemwouldjabitup,untilIthoughtifBooRadleyeverreceivedithewouldn’tbeabletoreadit.Iwaslookingdownthestreetwhenthedinner-bellrang.
Shoulderup,IreeledaroundtofaceBooRadleyandhisbloodyfangs;instead,IsawDillringingthebellwithallhismightinAtticus’sface.
JemlookedsoawfulIdidn’thavethehearttotellhimItoldhimso.Hetrudgedalong,draggingthepolebehindhimonthesidewalk.
Atticussaid,"Stopringingthatbell."
Dillgrabbedtheclapper;inthesilencethatfollowed,Iwishedhe’dstartringingitagain.Atticuspushedhishattothebackofhisheadandputhishandsonhis."Jem,"hesaid,"whatwereyoudoing?"
"Nothin’,sir."
"Idon’twantanyofthat.Tellme."
"Iwas—wewerejusttryin’togivesomethin’toMr.Radley."
"Whatwereyoutryingtogivehim?"
"Justaletter."
"Letmeseeit."
Jemheldoutafilthypieceofpaper.Atticustookitandtriedtoreadit."WhydoyouwantMr.Radleytocomeout?"
Dillsaid,"Wethoughthemightenjoyus..."anddriedupwhenAtticuslookedathim.
