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I
wasn
’
t
sure
what
Jem
resented
most
,
but
I
took
umbrage
at
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
essment
of
the
family
’
s
mental
hygiene
.
I
had
become
almost
accustomed
to
hearing
insults
aimed
at
Atticus
.
But
this
was
the
first
one
coming
from
an
adult
.
Except
for
her
remarks
about
Atticus
,
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
attack
was
only
routine
.
There
was
a
hint
of
summer
in
the
air
—
in
the
shadows
it
was
cool
,
but
the
sun
was
warm
,
which
meant
good
times
coming
:
no
school
and
Dill
.
Jem
bought
his
steam
engine
and
we
went
by
Elmore
’
s
for
my
baton
.
Jem
took
no
pleasure
in
his
acquisition
;
he
jammed
it
in
his
pocket
and
walked
silently
beside
me
toward
home
.
On
the
way
home
I
nearly
hit
Mr
.
Link
Deas
,
who
said
,
"
Look
out
now
,
Scout
!
"
when
I
missed
a
toss
,
and
when
we
approached
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
house
my
baton
was
grimy
from
having
picked
it
up
out
of
the
dirt
so
many
times
.
She
was
not
on
the
porch
.
In
later
years
,
I
sometimes
wondered
exactly
what
made
Jem
do
it
,
what
made
him
break
the
bonds
of
"
You
just
be
a
gentleman
,
son
,
"
and
the
phase
of
self
-
conscious
rectitude
he
had
recently
entered
.
Jem
had
probably
stood
as
much
guff
about
Atticus
lawing
for
niggers
as
had
I
,
and
I
took
it
for
granted
that
he
kept
his
temper
—
he
had
a
naturally
tranquil
disposition
and
a
slow
fuse
.
At
the
time
,
however
,
I
thought
the
only
explanation
for
what
he
did
was
that
for
a
few
minutes
he
simply
went
mad
.
What
Jem
did
was
something
I
’
d
do
as
a
matter
of
course
had
I
not
been
under
Atticus
’
s
interdict
,
which
I
umed
included
not
fighting
horrible
old
ladies
.
We
had
just
come
to
her
gate
when
Jem
snatched
my
baton
and
ran
flailing
wildly
up
the
steps
into
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
front
yard
,
forgetting
everything
Atticus
had
said
,
forgetting
that
she
packed
a
pistol
under
her
shawls
,
forgetting
that
if
Mrs
.
Dubose
missed
,
her
girl
Jessie
probably
wouldn
’
t
.
He
did
not
begin
to
calm
down
until
he
had
cut
the
tops
off
every
camellia
bush
Mrs
.
Dubose
owned
,
until
the
ground
was
littered
with
green
buds
and
leaves
.
He
bent
my
baton
against
his
knee
,
snapped
it
in
two
and
threw
it
down
.
By
that
time
I
was
shrieking
.
Jem
yanked
my
hair
,
said
he
didn
’
t
care
,
he
’
d
do
it
again
if
he
got
a
chance
,
and
if
I
didn
’
t
shut
up
he
’
d
pull
every
hair
out
of
my
head
.
I
didn
’
t
shut
up
and
he
kicked
me
.
I
lost
my
balance
and
fell
on
my
face
.
Jem
picked
me
up
roughly
but
looked
like
he
was
sorry
.
There
was
nothing
to
say
.
We
did
not
choose
to
meet
Atticus
coming
home
that
evening
.
We
skulked
around
the
kitchen
until
Calpurnia
threw
us
out
.
By
some
voo
-
doo
system
Calpurnia
seemed
to
know
all
about
it
.
She
was
a
less
than
satisfactory
source
of
palliation
,
but
she
did
give
Jem
a
hot
biscuit
-
and
-
butter
which
he
tore
in
half
and
shared
with
me
.
It
tasted
like
cotton
.
We
went
to
the
livingroom
.
I
picked
up
a
football
magazine
,
found
a
picture
of
Dixie
Howell
,
showed
it
to
Jem
and
said
,
"
This
looks
like
you
.
"
That
was
the
nicest
thing
I
could
think
to
say
to
him
,
but
it
was
no
help
.
He
sat
by
the
windows
,
hunched
down
in
a
rocking
chair
,
scowling
,
waiting
.
Daylight
faded
.
