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If
anything
,
she
’
s
been
harder
on
them
in
some
ways
than
a
mother
would
have
been
.
.
.
she
’
s
never
let
them
get
away
with
anything
,
she
’
s
never
indulged
them
the
way
most
colored
nurses
do
.
She
tried
to
bring
them
up
according
to
her
lights
,
and
Cal
’
s
lights
are
pretty
good
—
and
another
thing
,
the
children
love
her
.
"
I
breathed
again
.
It
wasn
’
t
me
,
it
was
only
Calpurnia
they
were
talking
about
.
Revived
,
I
entered
the
livingroom
.
Atticus
had
retreated
behind
his
newspaper
and
Aunt
Alexandra
was
worrying
her
embroidery
.
Punk
,
punk
,
punk
,
her
needle
broke
the
taut
circle
.
She
stopped
,
and
pulled
the
cloth
tighter
:
punk
-
punk
-
punk
.
She
was
furious
.
Jem
got
up
and
padded
across
the
rug
.
He
motioned
me
to
follow
.
He
led
me
to
his
room
and
closed
the
door
.
His
face
was
grave
.
"
They
’
ve
been
fussing
,
Scout
.
"
Jem
and
I
fussed
a
great
deal
these
days
,
but
I
had
never
heard
of
or
seen
anyone
quarrel
with
Atticus
.
It
was
not
a
comfortable
sight
.
"
Scout
,
try
not
to
antagonize
Aunty
,
hear
?
"
Atticus
’
s
remarks
were
still
rankling
,
which
made
me
miss
the
request
in
Jem
’
s
question
.
My
feathers
rose
again
.
"
You
tryin
’
to
tell
me
what
to
do
?
"
"
Naw
,
it
’
s
—
he
’
s
got
a
lot
on
his
mind
now
,
without
us
worrying
him
.
"
"
Like
what
?
"
Atticus
didn
’
t
appear
to
have
anything
especially
on
his
mind
.
"
It
’
s
this
Tom
Robinson
case
that
’
s
worryin
’
him
to
death
—
"
