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When
she
had
them
well
on
the
road
with
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
Aunt
Alexandra
stepped
back
.
She
gave
Miss
Maudie
a
look
of
pure
gratitude
,
and
I
wondered
at
the
world
of
women
.
Miss
Maudie
and
Aunt
Alexandra
had
never
been
especially
close
,
and
here
was
Aunty
silently
thanking
her
for
something
.
For
what
,
I
knew
not
.
I
was
content
to
learn
that
Aunt
Alexandra
could
be
pierced
sufficiently
to
feel
gratitude
for
help
given
.
There
was
no
doubt
about
it
,
I
must
soon
enter
this
world
,
where
on
its
surface
fragrant
ladies
rocked
slowly
,
fanned
gently
,
and
drank
cool
water
.
But
I
was
more
at
home
in
my
father
’
s
world
.
People
like
Mr
.
Heck
Tate
did
not
trap
you
with
innocent
questions
to
make
fun
of
you
;
even
Jem
was
not
highly
critical
unless
you
said
something
stupid
.
Ladies
seemed
to
live
in
faint
horror
of
men
,
seemed
unwilling
to
approve
wholeheartedly
of
them
.
But
I
liked
them
.
There
was
something
about
them
,
no
matter
how
much
they
cussed
and
drank
and
gambled
and
chewed
;
no
matter
how
undelectable
they
were
,
there
was
something
about
them
that
I
instinctively
liked
.
.
.
they
weren
’
t
—
"
Hypocrites
,
Mrs
.
Perkins
,
born
hypocrites
,
"
Mrs
.
Merriweather
was
saying
.
"
At
least
we
don
’
t
have
that
sin
on
our
shoulders
down
here
.
People
up
there
set
‘
em
free
,
but
you
don
’
t
see
‘
em
settin
’
at
the
table
with
‘
em
.
At
least
we
don
’
t
have
the
deceit
to
say
to
‘
em
yes
you
’
re
as
good
as
we
are
but
stay
away
from
us
.
Down
here
we
just
say
you
live
your
way
and
we
’
ll
live
ours
.
I
think
that
woman
,
that
Mrs
.
Roosevelt
’
s
lost
her
mind
—
just
plain
lost
her
mind
coming
down
to
Birmingham
and
tryin
’
to
sit
with
‘
em
.
If
I
was
the
Mayor
of
Birmingham
I
’
d
—
"
Well
,
neither
of
us
was
the
Mayor
of
Birmingham
,
but
I
wished
I
was
the
Governor
of
Alabama
for
one
day
:
I
’
d
let
Tom
Robinson
go
so
quick
the
Missionary
Society
wouldn
’
t
have
time
to
catch
its
breath
.
Calpurnia
was
telling
Miss
Rachel
’
s
cook
the
other
day
how
bad
Tom
was
taking
things
and
she
didn
’
t
stop
talking
when
I
came
into
the
kitchen
.
She
said
there
wasn
’
t
a
thing
Atticus
could
do
to
make
being
shut
up
easier
for
him
,
that
the
last
thing
he
said
to
Atticus
before
they
took
him
down
to
the
prison
camp
was
,
"
Good
-
bye
,
Mr
.
Finch
,
there
ain
’
t
nothin
’
you
can
do
now
,
so
there
ain
’
t
no
use
tryin
’
.
"
Calpurnia
said
Atticus
told
her
that
the
day
they
took
Tom
to
prison
he
just
gave
up
hope
.
She
said
Atticus
tried
to
explain
things
to
him
,
and
that
he
must
do
his
best
not
to
lose
hope
because
Atticus
was
doing
his
best
to
get
him
free
.
Miss
Rachel
’
s
cook
asked
Calpurnia
why
didn
’
t
Atticus
just
say
yes
,
you
’
ll
go
free
,
and
leave
it
at
that
—
seemed
like
that
’
d
be
a
big
comfort
to
Tom
.
Calpurnia
said
,
"
Because
you
ain
’
t
familiar
with
the
law
.
First
thing
you
learn
when
you
’
re
in
a
lawin
’
family
is
that
there
ain
’
t
any
definite
answers
to
anything
.
Mr
.
Finch
couldn
’
t
say
somethin
’
s
so
when
he
doesn
’
t
know
for
sure
it
’
s
so
.
"
The
front
door
slammed
and
I
heard
Atticus
’
s
footsteps
in
the
hall
.
Automatically
I
wondered
what
time
it
was
.
Not
nearly
time
for
him
to
be
home
,
and
on
Missionary
Society
days
he
usually
stayed
downtown
until
black
dark
.
He
stopped
in
the
doorway
.
His
hat
was
in
his
hand
,
and
his
face
was
white
.
"
Excuse
me
,
ladies
,
"
he
said
.
"
Go
right
ahead
with
your
meeting
,
don
’
t
let
me
disturb
you
.
Alexandra
,
could
you
come
to
the
kitchen
a
minute
?
I
want
to
borrow
Calpurnia
for
a
while
.
"
He
didn
’
t
go
through
the
diningroom
,
but
went
down
the
back
hallway
and
entered
the
kitchen
from
the
rear
door
.
Aunt
Alexandra
and
I
met
him
.
The
diningroom
door
opened
again
and
Miss
Maudie
joined
us
.
Calpurnia
had
half
risen
from
her
chair
.
