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I
went
to
Atticus
and
felt
his
arms
go
around
me
.
I
buried
my
head
in
his
lap
.
"
We
started
home
.
I
said
Jem
,
I
’
ve
forgot
m
’
shoes
.
Soon
’
s
we
started
back
for
‘
em
the
lights
went
out
.
Jem
said
I
could
get
‘
em
tomorrow
.
.
.
.
"
"
Scout
,
raise
up
so
Mr
.
Tate
can
hear
you
,
"
Atticus
said
.
I
crawled
into
his
lap
.
"
Then
Jem
said
hush
a
minute
.
I
thought
he
was
thinkin
’
—
he
always
wants
you
to
hush
so
he
can
think
—
then
he
said
he
heard
somethin
’
.
We
thought
it
was
Cecil
.
"
"
Cecil
?
"
"
Cecil
Jacobs
.
He
scared
us
once
tonight
,
an
’
we
thought
it
was
him
again
.
He
had
on
a
sheet
.
They
gave
a
quarter
for
the
best
costume
,
I
don
’
t
know
who
won
it
—
"
"
Where
were
you
when
you
thought
it
was
Cecil
?
"
"
Just
a
little
piece
from
the
schoolhouse
.
I
yelled
somethin
’
at
him
—
"
"
You
yelled
,
what
?
"
"
Cecil
Jacobs
is
a
big
fat
hen
,
I
think
.
We
didn
’
t
hear
nothin
’
—
then
Jem
yelled
hello
or
somethin
’
loud
enough
to
wake
the
dead
—
"
"
Just
a
minute
,
Scout
,
"
said
Mr
.
Tate
.
"
Mr
.
Finch
,
did
you
hear
them
?
"
