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Chapter 8
"Mr.Averymightnotthinkso."
"Iknowwhat!"saidJem.Heracedacrossthestreet,disappearedintoMissMaudie’sbackyardandreturnedtriumphant.Hestuckhersunhatonthesnowman’sheadandjammedherhedge-clippersintothecrookofhisarm.Atticussaidthatwouldbefine.
MissMaudieopenedherfrontdoorandcameoutontheporch.Shelookedacrossthestreetatus.Suddenlyshegrinned."JemFinch,"shecalled."Youdevil,bringmebackmyhat,sir!"
JemlookedupatAtticus,whoshookhishead."She’sjustfussing,"hesaid."She’sreallyimpressedwithyour—accomplishments."
AtticusstrolledovertoMissMaudie’ssidewalk,wheretheyengagedinanarm-wavingconversation,theonlyphraseofwhichIcaughtwas"...erectedanabsolutemorphoditeinthatyard!Atticus,you’llneverraise‘em!"
Thesnowstoppedintheafternoon,thetemperaturedropped,andbynightfallMr.Avery’sdirestpredictionscametrue:Calpurniakepteveryfireplaceinthehouseblazing,butwewerecold.WhenAtticuscamehomethateveninghesaidwewereinforit,andaskedCalpurniaifshewantedtostaywithusforthenight.Calpurniaglancedupatthehighceilingsandlongwindowsandsaidshethoughtshe’dbewarmeratherhouse.Atticusdroveherhomeinthecar.
BeforeIwenttosleepAtticusputmorecoalonthefireinmyroom.Hesaidthethermometerregisteredsixteen,thatitwasthecoldestnightinhismemory,andthatoursnowmanoutsidewasfrozensolid.
Minuteslater,itseemed,Iwasawakenedbysomeoneshakingme.Atticus’sovercoatwasspreadacrossme."Isitmorningalready?"
