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           "Yeah,shecansaynicethingssometimes.Shewouldn’thaveawatchandchainanyway."

           "Dearsir,"saidJem."Weappreciatethe—no,weappreciateeverythingwhichyouhaveputintothetreeforus.Yoursverytruly,JeremyAtticusFinch."

           "Hewon’tknowwhoyouareifyousignitlikethat,Jem."

           Jemerasedhisnameandwrote,"JemFinch."Isigned,"JeanLouiseFinch(Scout),"beneathit.Jemputthenoteinanenvelope.

           Nextmorningonthewaytoschoolheranaheadofmeandstoppedatthetree.Jemwasfacingmewhenhelookedup,andIsawhimgostarkwhite.

           "Scout!"

           Irantohim.

           Someonehadfilledourknot-holewithcement.

           "Don’tyoucry,now,Scout...don’tcrynow,don’tyouworry—"hemutteredatmeallthewaytoschool.

           WhenwewenthomefordinnerJemboltedhisfood,rantotheporchandstoodonthesteps.Ifollowedhim."Hasn’tpassedbyyet,"hesaid.

           NextdayJemrepeatedhisvigilandwasrewarded.

           "Hidydo,Mr.Nathan,"hesaid.

           "MorningJem,Scout,"saidMr.Radley,ashewentby.