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Dill
left
us
early
in
September
,
to
return
to
Meridian
.
We
saw
him
off
on
the
five
o
’
clock
bus
and
I
was
miserable
without
him
until
it
occurred
to
me
that
I
would
be
starting
to
school
in
a
week
.
I
never
looked
forward
more
to
anything
in
my
life
.
Hours
of
wintertime
had
found
me
in
the
treehouse
,
looking
over
at
the
schoolyard
,
spying
on
multitudes
of
children
through
a
two
-
power
telescope
Jem
had
given
me
,
learning
their
games
,
following
Jem
’
s
red
jacket
through
wriggling
circles
of
blind
man
’
s
buff
,
secretly
sharing
their
misfortunes
and
minor
victories
.
I
longed
to
join
them
.
Jem
condescended
to
take
me
to
school
the
first
day
,
a
job
usually
done
by
one
’
s
parents
,
but
Atticus
had
said
Jem
would
be
delighted
to
show
me
where
my
room
was
.
I
think
some
money
changed
hands
in
this
transaction
,
for
as
we
trotted
around
the
corner
past
the
Radley
Place
I
heard
an
unfamiliar
jingle
in
Jem
’
s
pockets
.
When
we
slowed
to
a
walk
at
the
edge
of
the
schoolyard
,
Jem
was
careful
to
explain
that
during
school
hours
I
was
not
to
bother
him
,
I
was
not
to
approach
him
with
requests
to
enact
a
chapter
of
Tarzan
and
the
Ant
Men
,
to
embarrass
him
with
references
to
his
private
life
,
or
tag
along
behind
him
at
recess
and
noon
.
I
was
to
stick
with
the
first
grade
and
he
would
stick
with
the
fifth
.
In
short
,
I
was
to
leave
him
alone
.
"
You
mean
we
can
’
t
play
any
more
?
"
I
asked
.
"
We
’
ll
do
like
we
always
do
at
home
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
you
’
ll
see
—
school
’
s
different
.
"
It
certainly
was
.
Before
the
first
morning
was
over
,
Miss
Caroline
Fisher
,
our
teacher
,
hauled
me
up
to
the
front
of
the
room
and
patted
the
palm
of
my
hand
with
a
ruler
,
then
made
me
stand
in
the
corner
until
noon
.
Miss
Caroline
was
no
more
than
twenty
-
one
.
She
had
bright
auburn
hair
,
pink
cheeks
,
and
wore
crimson
fingernail
polish
.
She
also
wore
high
-
heeled
pumps
and
a
red
-
and
-
white
-
striped
dress
.
She
looked
and
smelled
like
a
peppermint
drop
.
She
boarded
across
the
street
one
door
down
from
us
in
Miss
Maudie
Atkinson
’
s
upstairs
front
room
,
and
when
Miss
Maudie
introduced
us
to
her
,
Jem
was
in
a
haze
for
days
.
Miss
Caroline
printed
her
name
on
the
blackboard
and
said
,
"
This
says
I
am
Miss
Caroline
Fisher
.
I
am
from
North
Alabama
,
from
Winston
County
.
"
The
class
murmured
apprehensively
,
should
she
prove
to
harbor
her
share
of
the
peculiarities
indigenous
to
that
region
.
(
When
Alabama
seceded
from
the
union
on
January
11
,
1861
,
Winston
County
seceded
from
Alabama
,
and
every
child
in
Maycomb
County
knew
it
.
)
North
Alabama
was
full
of
Liquor
Interests
,
Big
Mules
,
steel
companies
,
Republicans
,
professors
,
and
other
persons
of
no
background
.
Miss
Caroline
began
the
day
by
reading
us
a
story
about
cats
.
The
cats
had
long
conversations
with
one
another
,
they
wore
cunning
little
clothes
and
lived
in
a
warm
house
beneath
a
kitchen
stove
.
By
the
time
Mrs
.
Cat
called
the
drugstore
for
an
order
of
chocolate
malted
mice
the
class
was
wriggling
like
a
bucketful
of
catawba
worms
.
Miss
Caroline
seemed
unaware
that
the
ragged
,
denim
-
shirted
and
floursack
-
skirted
first
grade
,
most
of
whom
had
chopped
cotton
and
fed
hogs
from
the
time
they
were
able
to
walk
,
were
immune
to
imaginative
literature
.
Miss
Caroline
came
to
the
end
of
the
story
and
said
,
"
Oh
,
my
,
wasn
’
t
that
nice
?
"
Then
she
went
to
the
blackboard
and
printed
the
alphabet
in
enormous
square
capitals
,
turned
to
the
class
and
asked
,
"
Does
anybody
know
what
these
are
?
"
Everybody
did
;
most
of
the
first
grade
had
failed
it
last
year
.
