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           Intheglarefromthestreetlight,IcouldseeDillhatchingone:hiseyeswidened,hisfatcherubfacegrewrounder.

           "Whatisit,Dill?"askedAtticus.

           "Ah—Iwon‘emfromhim,"hesaidvaguely.

           "Wonthem?How?"

           Dill’shandsoughtthebackofhishead.Hebroughtitforwardandacrosshisforehead."Wewereplayin’strippokerupyonderbythefishpool,"hesaid.

           JemandIrelaxed.Theneighborsseemedsatisfied:theyallstiffened.Butwhatwasstrippoker?

           Wehadnochancetofindout:MissRachelwentofflikethetownfiresiren:"Do-o-oJee-sus,DillHarris!Gamblin’bymyfishpool?I’llstrip-pokeryou,sir!"

           AtticussavedDillfromimmediatedismemberment."Justaminute,MissRachel,"hesaid."I’veneverheardof‘emdoingthatbefore.Wereyouallplayingcards?"

           JemfieldedDill’sflywithhiseyesshut:"Nosir,justwithmatches."

           Iadmiredmybrother.Matchesweredangerous,butcardswerefatal.

           "Jem,Scout,"saidAtticus,"Idon’twanttohearofpokerinanyformagain.GobyDill’sandgetyourpants,Jem.Settleityourselves."

           "Don’tworry,Dill,"saidJem,aswetrottedupthesidewalk,"sheain’tgonnagetyou.He’lltalkheroutofit.Thatwasfastthinkin’,son.Listen...youhear?"