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Jem
,
having
survived
Boo
Radley
,
a
mad
dog
and
other
terrors
,
had
concluded
that
it
was
cowardly
to
stop
at
Miss
Rachel
’
s
front
steps
and
wait
,
and
had
decreed
that
we
must
run
as
far
as
the
post
office
corner
each
evening
to
meet
Atticus
coming
from
work
.
Countless
evenings
Atticus
would
find
Jem
furious
at
something
Mrs
.
Dubose
had
said
when
we
went
by
.
"
Easy
does
it
,
son
,
"
Atticus
would
say
.
"
She
’
s
an
old
lady
and
she
’
s
ill
.
You
just
hold
your
head
high
and
be
a
gentleman
.
Whatever
she
says
to
you
,
it
’
s
your
job
not
to
let
her
make
you
mad
.
"
Jem
would
say
she
must
not
be
very
sick
,
she
hollered
so
.
When
the
three
of
us
came
to
her
house
,
Atticus
would
sweep
off
his
hat
,
wave
gallantly
to
her
and
say
,
"
Good
evening
,
Mrs
.
Dubose
!
You
look
like
a
picture
this
evening
.
"
I
never
heard
Atticus
say
like
a
picture
of
what
.
He
would
tell
her
the
courthouse
news
,
and
would
say
he
hoped
with
all
his
heart
she
’
d
have
a
good
day
tomorrow
.
He
would
return
his
hat
to
his
head
,
swing
me
to
his
shoulders
in
her
very
presence
,
and
we
would
go
home
in
the
twilight
.
It
was
times
like
these
when
I
thought
my
father
,
who
hated
guns
and
had
never
been
to
any
wars
,
was
the
bravest
man
who
ever
lived
.
The
day
after
Jem
’
s
twelfth
birthday
his
money
was
burning
up
his
pockets
,
so
we
headed
for
town
in
the
early
afternoon
.
Jem
thought
he
had
enough
to
buy
a
miniature
steam
engine
for
himself
and
a
twirling
baton
for
me
.
I
had
long
had
my
eye
on
that
baton
:
it
was
at
V
.
J
.
Elmore
’
s
,
it
was
bedecked
with
sequins
and
tinsel
,
it
cost
seventeen
cents
.
It
was
then
my
burning
ambition
to
grow
up
and
twirl
with
the
Maycomb
County
High
School
band
.
Having
developed
my
talent
to
where
I
could
throw
up
a
stick
and
almost
catch
it
coming
down
,
I
had
caused
Calpurnia
to
deny
me
entrance
to
the
house
every
time
she
saw
me
with
a
stick
in
my
hand
.
I
felt
that
I
could
overcome
this
defect
with
a
real
baton
,
and
I
thought
it
generous
of
Jem
to
buy
one
for
me
.
Mrs
.
Dubose
was
stationed
on
her
porch
when
we
went
by
.
"
Where
are
you
two
going
at
this
time
of
day
?
"
she
shouted
.
"
Playing
hooky
,
I
suppose
.
I
’
ll
just
call
up
the
principal
and
tell
him
!
"
She
put
her
hands
on
the
wheels
of
her
chair
and
executed
a
perfect
right
face
.
"
Aw
,
it
’
s
Saturday
,
Mrs
.
Dubose
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
Makes
no
difference
if
it
’
s
Saturday
,
"
she
said
obscurely
.
"
I
wonder
if
your
father
knows
where
you
are
?
"
