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I
deny
having
taken
part
in
such
a
thing
.
"
I
heard
‘
em
!
"
was
the
cry
that
awoke
the
Misses
Barber
’
s
neighbors
at
dawn
next
morning
.
"
Heard
‘
em
drive
a
truck
up
to
the
door
!
Stomped
around
like
horses
.
They
’
re
in
New
Orleans
by
now
!
"
Miss
Tutti
was
sure
those
traveling
fur
sellers
who
came
through
town
two
days
ago
had
purloined
their
furniture
.
"
Da
-
rk
they
were
,
"
she
said
.
"
Syrians
.
"
Mr
.
Heck
Tate
was
summoned
.
He
surveyed
the
area
and
said
he
thought
it
was
a
local
job
.
Miss
Frutti
said
she
’
d
know
a
Maycomb
voice
anywhere
,
and
there
were
no
Maycomb
voices
in
that
parlor
last
night
—
rolling
their
r
’
s
all
over
her
premises
,
they
were
.
Nothing
less
than
the
bloodhounds
must
be
used
to
locate
their
furniture
,
Miss
Tutti
insisted
,
so
Mr
.
Tate
was
obliged
to
go
ten
miles
out
the
road
,
round
up
the
county
hounds
,
and
put
them
on
the
trail
.
Mr
.
Tate
started
them
off
at
the
Misses
Barber
’
s
front
steps
,
but
all
they
did
was
run
around
to
the
back
of
the
house
and
howl
at
the
cellar
door
.
When
Mr
.
Tate
set
them
in
motion
three
times
,
he
finally
guessed
the
truth
.
By
noontime
that
day
,
there
was
not
a
barefooted
child
to
be
seen
in
Maycomb
and
nobody
took
off
his
shoes
until
the
hounds
were
returned
.
So
the
Maycomb
ladies
said
things
would
be
different
this
year
.
The
high
-
school
auditorium
would
be
open
,
there
would
be
a
pageant
for
the
grown
-
ups
;
apple
-
bobbing
,
taffy
-
pulling
,
pinning
the
tail
on
the
donkey
for
the
children
.
There
would
also
be
a
prize
of
twenty
-
five
cents
for
the
best
Halloween
costume
,
created
by
the
wearer
.
Jem
and
I
both
groaned
.
Not
that
we
’
d
ever
done
anything
,
it
was
the
principle
of
the
thing
.
Jem
considered
himself
too
old
for
Halloween
anyway
;
he
said
he
wouldn
’
t
be
caught
anywhere
near
the
high
school
at
something
like
that
.
Oh
well
,
I
thought
,
Atticus
would
take
me
.
I
soon
learned
,
however
,
that
my
services
would
be
required
on
stage
that
evening
.
Mrs
.
Grace
Merriweather
had
composed
an
original
pageant
entitled
Maycomb
County
:
Ad
Astra
Per
Aspera
,
and
I
was
to
be
a
ham
.
She
thought
it
would
be
adorable
if
some
of
the
children
were
costumed
to
represent
the
county
’
s
agricultural
products
:
Cecil
Jacobs
would
be
dressed
up
to
look
like
a
cow
;
Agnes
Boone
would
make
a
lovely
butterbean
,
another
child
would
be
a
peanut
,
and
on
down
the
line
until
Mrs
.
Merriweather
’
s
imagination
and
the
supply
of
children
were
exhausted
.
Our
only
duties
,
as
far
as
I
could
gather
from
our
two
rehearsals
,
were
to
enter
from
stage
left
as
Mrs
.
Merriweather
(
not
only
the
author
,
but
the
narrator
)
identified
us
.
When
she
called
out
,
"
Pork
,
"
that
was
my
cue
.
Then
the
embled
company
would
sing
,
"
Maycomb
County
,
Maycomb
County
,
we
will
aye
be
true
to
thee
,
"
as
the
grand
finale
,
and
Mrs
.
Merriweather
would
mount
the
stage
with
the
state
flag
.
