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When
they
saw
Jem
and
me
with
Calpurnia
,
the
men
stepped
back
and
took
off
their
hats
;
the
women
crossed
their
arms
at
their
waists
,
weekday
gestures
of
respectful
attention
.
They
parted
and
made
a
small
pathway
to
the
church
door
for
us
.
Calpurnia
walked
between
Jem
and
me
,
responding
to
the
greetings
of
her
brightly
clad
neighbors
.
"
What
you
up
to
,
Miss
Cal
?
"
said
a
voice
behind
us
.
Calpurnia
’
s
hands
went
to
our
shoulders
and
we
stopped
and
looked
around
:
standing
in
the
path
behind
us
was
a
tall
Negro
woman
.
Her
weight
was
on
one
leg
;
she
rested
her
left
elbow
in
the
curve
of
her
hip
,
pointing
at
us
with
upturned
palm
.
She
was
bullet
-
headed
with
strange
almond
-
shaped
eyes
,
straight
nose
,
and
an
Indian
-
bow
mouth
.
She
seemed
seven
feet
high
.
I
felt
Calpurnia
’
s
hand
dig
into
my
shoulder
.
"
What
you
want
,
Lula
?
"
she
asked
,
in
tones
I
had
never
heard
her
use
.
She
spoke
quietly
,
contemptuously
.
"
I
wants
to
know
why
you
bringin
’
white
chillun
to
nigger
church
.
"
"
They
’
s
my
comp
’
ny
,
"
said
Calpurnia
.
Again
I
thought
her
voice
strange
:
she
was
talking
like
the
rest
of
them
.
"
Yeah
,
an
’
I
reckon
you
’
s
comp
’
ny
at
the
Finch
house
durin
’
the
week
.
"
A
murmur
ran
through
the
crowd
.
"
Don
’
t
you
fret
,
"
Calpurnia
whispered
to
me
,
but
the
roses
on
her
hat
trembled
indignantly
.
When
Lula
came
up
the
pathway
toward
us
Calpurnia
said
,
"
Stop
right
there
,
nigger
.
"
Lula
stopped
,
but
she
said
,
"
You
ain
’
t
got
no
business
bringin
’
white
chillun
here
—
they
got
their
church
,
we
got
our
’
n
.
It
is
our
church
,
ain
’
t
it
,
Miss
Cal
?
"
