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Jem
went
in
grinning
,
and
Calpurnia
nodded
tacit
consent
to
having
Dill
in
to
supper
.
"
You
all
call
Miss
Rachel
right
now
and
tell
her
where
you
are
,
"
she
told
him
.
"
She
’
s
run
distracted
lookin
’
for
you
—
you
watch
out
she
don
’
t
ship
you
back
to
Meridian
first
thing
in
the
mornin
’
.
"
Aunt
Alexandra
met
us
and
nearly
fainted
when
Calpurnia
told
her
where
we
were
.
I
guess
it
hurt
her
when
we
told
her
Atticus
said
we
could
go
back
,
because
she
didn
’
t
say
a
word
during
supper
.
She
just
rearranged
food
on
her
plate
,
looking
at
it
sadly
while
Calpurnia
served
Jem
,
Dill
and
me
with
a
vengeance
.
Calpurnia
poured
milk
,
dished
out
potato
salad
and
ham
,
muttering
,
"
’
shamed
of
yourselves
,
"
in
varying
degrees
of
intensity
.
"
Now
you
all
eat
slow
,
"
was
her
final
command
.
Reverend
Sykes
had
saved
our
places
.
We
were
surprised
to
find
that
we
had
been
gone
nearly
an
hour
,
and
were
equally
surprised
to
find
the
courtroom
exactly
as
we
had
left
it
,
with
minor
changes
:
the
jury
box
was
empty
,
the
defendant
was
gone
;
Judge
Taylor
had
been
gone
,
but
he
reappeared
as
we
were
seating
ourselves
.
"
Nobody
’
s
moved
,
hardly
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
They
moved
around
some
when
the
jury
went
out
,
"
said
Reverend
Sykes
.
"
The
menfolk
down
there
got
the
womenfolk
their
suppers
,
and
they
fed
their
babies
.
"
"
How
long
have
they
been
out
?
"
asked
Jem
.
"
’
bout
thirty
minutes
.
Mr
.
Finch
and
Mr
.
Gilmer
did
some
more
talkin
’
,
and
Judge
Taylor
charged
the
jury
.
"
"
How
was
he
?
"
asked
Jem
.
"
What
say
?
Oh
,
he
did
right
well
.
I
ain
’
t
complainin
’
one
bit
—
he
was
mighty
fair
-
minded
.
He
sorta
said
if
you
believe
this
,
then
you
’
ll
have
to
return
one
verdict
,
but
if
you
believe
this
,
you
’
ll
have
to
return
another
one
.
I
thought
he
was
leanin
’
a
little
to
our
side
—
"
Reverend
Sykes
scratched
his
head
.
