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"
Well
,
"
said
Miss
Stephanie
,
"
I
thought
I
might
just
look
in
at
the
courthouse
,
to
see
what
Atticus
’
s
up
to
.
"
"
Better
be
careful
he
doesn
’
t
hand
you
a
subpoena
.
"
We
asked
Miss
Maudie
to
elucidate
:
she
said
Miss
Stephanie
seemed
to
know
so
much
about
the
case
she
might
as
well
be
called
on
to
testify
.
We
held
off
until
noon
,
when
Atticus
came
home
to
dinner
and
said
they
’
d
spent
the
morning
picking
the
jury
.
After
dinner
,
we
stopped
by
for
Dill
and
went
to
town
.
It
was
a
gala
occasion
.
There
was
no
room
at
the
public
hitching
rail
for
another
animal
,
mules
and
wagons
were
parked
under
every
available
tree
.
The
courthouse
square
was
covered
with
picnic
parties
sitting
on
newspapers
,
washing
down
biscuit
and
syrup
with
warm
milk
from
fruit
jars
.
Some
people
were
gnawing
on
cold
chicken
and
cold
fried
pork
chops
.
The
more
affluent
chased
their
food
with
drugstore
Coca
-
Cola
in
bulb
-
shaped
soda
glasses
.
Greasy
-
faced
children
popped
-
the
-
whip
through
the
crowd
,
and
babies
lunched
at
their
mothers
’
s
.
In
a
far
corner
of
the
square
,
the
Negroes
sat
quietly
in
the
sun
,
dining
on
sardines
,
crackers
,
and
the
more
vivid
flavors
of
Nehi
Cola
.
Mr
.
Dolphus
Raymond
sat
with
them
.
"
Jem
,
"
said
Dill
,
"
he
’
s
drinkin
’
out
of
a
sack
.
"
Mr
.
Dolphus
Raymond
seemed
to
be
so
doing
:
two
yellow
drugstore
straws
ran
from
his
mouth
to
the
depths
of
a
brown
paper
bag
.
"
Ain
’
t
ever
seen
anybody
do
that
,
"
murmured
Dill
.
"
How
does
he
keep
what
’
s
in
it
in
it
?
"
