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Calpurnia
said
,
"
It
’
s
the
same
God
,
ain
’
t
it
?
"
Jem
said
,
"
Let
’
s
go
home
,
Cal
,
they
don
’
t
want
us
here
—
"
I
agreed
:
they
did
not
want
us
here
.
I
sensed
,
rather
than
saw
,
that
we
were
being
advanced
upon
.
They
seemed
to
be
drawing
closer
to
us
,
but
when
I
looked
up
at
Calpurnia
there
was
amusement
in
her
eyes
.
When
I
looked
down
the
pathway
again
,
Lula
was
gone
.
In
her
place
was
a
solid
mass
of
colored
people
.
One
of
them
stepped
from
the
crowd
.
It
was
Zeebo
,
the
garbage
collector
.
"
Mister
Jem
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
’
re
mighty
glad
to
have
you
all
here
.
Don
’
t
pay
no
‘
tention
to
Lula
,
she
’
s
contentious
because
Reverend
Sykes
threatened
to
church
her
.
She
’
s
a
troublemaker
from
way
back
,
got
fancy
ideas
an
’
haughty
ways
—
we
’
re
mighty
glad
to
have
you
all
.
"
With
that
,
Calpurnia
led
us
to
the
church
door
where
we
were
greeted
by
Reverend
Sykes
,
who
led
us
to
the
front
pew
.
First
Purchase
was
unceiled
and
unpainted
within
.
Along
its
walls
unlighted
kerosene
lamps
hung
on
brass
brackets
;
pine
benches
served
as
pews
.
Behind
the
rough
oak
pulpit
a
faded
pink
silk
banner
proclaimed
God
Is
Love
,
the
church
’
s
only
decoration
except
a
rotogravure
print
of
Hunt
’
s
The
Light
of
the
World
.
There
was
no
sign
of
piano
,
organ
,
hymn
-
books
,
church
programs
—
the
familiar
ecclesiastical
impedimenta
we
saw
every
Sunday
.
It
was
dim
inside
,
with
a
damp
coolness
slowly
dispelled
by
the
gathering
congregation
.
At
each
seat
was
a
cheap
cardboard
fan
bearing
a
garish
Garden
of
Gethsemane
,
courtesy
Tyndal
’
s
Hardware
Co
.
(
You
-
Name
-
It
-
We
-
Sell
-
It
)
.
Calpurnia
motioned
Jem
and
me
to
the
end
of
the
row
and
placed
herself
between
us
.
She
fished
in
her
purse
,
drew
out
her
handkerchief
,
and
untied
the
hard
wad
of
change
in
its
corner
.
She
gave
a
dime
to
me
and
a
dime
to
Jem
.
"
We
’
ve
got
ours
,
"
he
whispered
.
"
You
keep
it
,
"
Calpurnia
said
,
"
you
’
re
my
company
.
"
Jem
’
s
face
showed
brief
indecision
on
the
ethics
of
withholding
his
own
dime
,
but
his
innate
courtesy
won
and
he
shifted
his
dime
to
his
pocket
.
I
did
likewise
with
no
qualms
.
"
Cal
,
"
I
whispered
,
"
where
are
the
hymn
-
books
?
"
"
We
don
’
t
have
any
,
"
she
said
.
