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"
I
’
m
older
than
Mr
.
Finch
,
even
.
"
Calpurnia
grinned
.
"
Not
sure
how
much
,
though
.
We
started
rememberin
’
one
time
,
trying
to
figure
out
how
old
I
was
—
I
can
remember
back
just
a
few
years
more
’
n
he
can
,
so
I
’
m
not
much
older
,
when
you
take
off
the
fact
that
men
can
’
t
remember
as
well
as
women
.
"
"
What
’
s
your
birthday
,
Cal
?
"
"
I
just
have
it
on
Christmas
,
it
’
s
easier
to
remember
that
way
—
I
don
’
t
have
a
real
birthday
.
"
"
But
Cal
,
"
Jem
protested
,
"
you
don
’
t
look
even
near
as
old
as
Atticus
.
"
"
Colored
folks
don
’
t
show
their
ages
so
fast
,
"
she
said
.
"
Maybe
because
they
can
’
t
read
.
Cal
,
did
you
teach
Zeebo
?
"
"
Yeah
,
Mister
Jem
.
There
wasn
’
t
a
school
even
when
he
was
a
boy
.
I
made
him
learn
,
though
.
"
Zeebo
was
Calpurnia
’
s
eldest
son
.
If
I
had
ever
thought
about
it
,
I
would
have
known
that
Calpurnia
was
of
mature
years
—
Zeebo
had
half
-
grown
children
—
but
then
I
had
never
thought
about
it
.
"
Did
you
teach
him
out
of
a
primer
,
like
us
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
,
I
made
him
get
a
page
of
the
Bible
every
day
,
and
there
was
a
book
Miss
Buford
taught
me
out
of
—
bet
you
don
’
t
know
where
I
got
it
,
"
she
said
.
