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"
Can
’
t
you
all
get
in
?
"
Reverend
Sykes
was
looking
down
at
us
,
black
hat
in
hand
.
"
Hey
,
Reverend
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
Naw
,
Scout
here
messed
us
up
.
"
"
Well
,
let
’
s
see
what
we
can
do
.
"
Reverend
Sykes
edged
his
way
upstairs
.
In
a
few
moments
he
was
back
.
"
There
’
s
not
a
seat
downstairs
.
Do
you
all
reckon
it
’
ll
be
all
right
if
you
all
came
to
the
balcony
with
me
?
"
"
Gosh
yes
,
"
said
Jem
.
Happily
,
we
sped
ahead
of
Reverend
Sykes
to
the
courtroom
floor
.
There
,
we
went
up
a
covered
staircase
and
waited
at
the
door
.
Reverend
Sykes
came
puffing
behind
us
,
and
steered
us
gently
through
the
black
people
in
the
balcony
.
Four
Negroes
rose
and
gave
us
their
front
-
row
seats
.
The
Colored
balcony
ran
along
three
walls
of
the
courtroom
like
a
second
-
story
veranda
,
and
from
it
we
could
see
everything
.
The
jury
sat
to
the
left
,
under
long
windows
.
Sunburned
,
lanky
,
they
seemed
to
be
all
farmers
,
but
this
was
natural
:
townfolk
rarely
sat
on
juries
,
they
were
either
struck
or
excused
.
One
or
two
of
the
jury
looked
vaguely
like
dressed
-
up
Cunninghams
.
At
this
stage
they
sat
straight
and
alert
.
The
circuit
solicitor
and
another
man
,
Atticus
and
Tom
Robinson
sat
at
tables
with
their
backs
to
us
.
There
was
a
brown
book
and
some
yellow
tablets
on
the
solicitor
’
s
table
;
Atticus
’
s
was
bare
.
Just
inside
the
railing
that
divided
the
spectators
from
the
court
,
the
witnesses
sat
on
cowhide
-
bottomed
chairs
.
Their
backs
were
to
us
.
