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Dr
.
Reynolds
’
s
voice
was
as
breezy
as
his
step
,
as
though
he
had
said
it
every
evening
of
his
life
,
an
announcement
that
astounded
me
even
more
than
being
in
the
same
room
with
Boo
Radley
.
Of
course
.
.
.
even
Boo
Radley
got
sick
sometimes
,
I
thought
.
But
on
the
other
hand
I
wasn
’
t
sure
.
Dr
.
Reynolds
was
carrying
a
big
package
wrapped
in
newspaper
.
He
put
it
down
on
Jem
’
s
desk
and
took
off
his
coat
.
"
You
’
re
quite
satisfied
he
’
s
alive
,
now
?
Tell
you
how
I
knew
.
When
I
tried
to
examine
him
he
kicked
me
.
Had
to
put
him
out
good
and
proper
to
touch
him
.
So
scat
,
"
he
said
to
me
.
"
Er
—
"
said
Atticus
,
glancing
at
Boo
.
"
Heck
,
let
’
s
go
out
on
the
front
porch
.
There
are
plenty
of
chairs
out
there
,
and
it
’
s
still
warm
enough
.
"
I
wondered
why
Atticus
was
inviting
us
to
the
front
porch
instead
of
the
livingroom
,
then
I
understood
.
The
livingroom
lights
were
awfully
strong
.
We
filed
out
,
first
Mr
.
Tate
—
Atticus
was
waiting
at
the
door
for
him
to
go
ahead
of
him
.
Then
he
changed
his
mind
and
followed
Mr
.
Tate
.
People
have
a
habit
of
doing
everyday
things
even
under
the
oddest
conditions
.
I
was
no
exception
:
"
Come
along
,
Mr
.
Arthur
,
"
I
heard
myself
saying
,
"
you
don
’
t
know
the
house
real
well
.
I
’
ll
just
take
you
to
the
porch
,
sir
.
"
He
looked
down
at
me
and
nodded
.
I
led
him
through
the
hall
and
past
the
livingroom
.
"
Won
’
t
you
have
a
seat
,
Mr
.
Arthur
?
This
rocking
-
chair
’
s
nice
and
comfortable
.
"
