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"
Yes
sir
!
"
"
We
’
ll
consider
it
sealed
without
the
usual
formality
,
"
Atticus
said
,
when
he
saw
me
preparing
to
spit
.
As
I
opened
the
front
screen
door
Atticus
said
,
"
By
the
way
,
Scout
,
you
’
d
better
not
say
anything
at
school
about
our
agreement
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
our
activities
would
be
received
with
considerable
disapprobation
by
the
more
learned
authorities
.
"
Jem
and
I
were
accustomed
to
our
father
’
s
last
-
will
-
and
-
testament
diction
,
and
we
were
at
all
times
free
to
interrupt
Atticus
for
a
translation
when
it
was
beyond
our
understanding
.
"
Huh
,
sir
?
"
"
I
never
went
to
school
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
I
have
a
feeling
that
if
you
tell
Miss
Caroline
we
read
every
night
she
’
ll
get
after
me
,
and
I
wouldn
’
t
want
her
after
me
.
"
Atticus
kept
us
in
fits
that
evening
,
gravely
reading
columns
of
print
about
a
man
who
sat
on
a
flagpole
for
no
discernible
reason
,
which
was
reason
enough
for
Jem
to
spend
the
following
Saturday
aloft
in
the
treehouse
.
Jem
sat
from
after
breakfast
until
sunset
and
would
have
remained
overnight
had
not
Atticus
severed
his
supply
lines
.
I
had
spent
most
of
the
day
climbing
up
and
down
,
running
errands
for
him
,
providing
him
with
literature
,
nourishment
and
water
,
and
was
carrying
him
blankets
for
the
night
when
Atticus
said
if
I
paid
no
attention
to
him
,
Jem
would
come
down
.
Atticus
was
right
.
The
remainder
of
my
schooldays
were
no
more
auspicious
than
the
first
.
Indeed
,
they
were
an
endless
Project
that
slowly
evolved
into
a
Unit
,
in
which
miles
of
construction
paper
and
wax
crayon
were
expended
by
the
State
of
Alabama
in
its
well
-
meaning
but
fruitless
efforts
to
teach
me
Group
Dynamics
.
What
Jem
called
the
Dewey
Decimal
System
was
school
-
wide
by
the
end
of
my
first
year
,
so
I
had
no
chance
to
compare
it
with
other
teaching
techniques
.
I
could
only
look
around
me
:
Atticus
and
my
uncle
,
who
went
to
school
at
home
,
knew
everything
—
at
least
,
what
one
didn
’
t
know
the
other
did
.
Furthermore
,
I
couldn
’
t
help
noticing
that
my
father
had
served
for
years
in
the
state
legislature
,
elected
each
time
without
opposition
,
innocent
of
the
adjustments
my
teachers
thought
essential
to
the
development
of
Good
Citizenship
.
Jem
,
educated
on
a
half
-
Decimal
half
-
Duncecap
basis
,
seemed
to
function
effectively
alone
or
in
a
group
,
but
Jem
was
a
poor
example
:
no
tutorial
system
devised
by
man
could
have
stopped
him
from
getting
at
books
.
As
for
me
,
I
knew
nothing
except
what
I
gathered
from
Time
magazine
and
reading
everything
I
could
lay
hands
on
at
home
,
but
as
I
inched
sluggishly
along
the
treadmill
of
the
Maycomb
County
school
system
,
I
could
not
help
receiving
the
impression
that
I
was
being
cheated
out
of
something
.
Out
of
what
I
knew
not
,
yet
I
did
not
believe
that
twelve
years
of
unrelieved
boredom
was
exactly
what
the
state
had
in
mind
for
me
.
