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He
had
to
stoop
a
little
to
accommodate
me
,
but
if
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
was
watching
from
her
upstairs
window
,
she
would
see
Arthur
Radley
escorting
me
down
the
sidewalk
,
as
any
gentleman
would
do
.
We
came
to
the
street
light
on
the
corner
,
and
I
wondered
how
many
times
Dill
had
stood
there
hugging
the
fat
pole
,
watching
,
waiting
,
hoping
.
I
wondered
how
many
times
Jem
and
I
had
made
this
journey
,
but
I
entered
the
Radley
front
gate
for
the
second
time
in
my
life
.
Boo
and
I
walked
up
the
steps
to
the
porch
.
His
fingers
found
the
front
doorknob
.
He
gently
released
my
hand
,
opened
the
door
,
went
inside
,
and
shut
the
door
behind
him
.
I
never
saw
him
again
.
Neighbors
bring
food
with
death
and
flowers
with
sickness
and
little
things
in
between
.
Boo
was
our
neighbor
.
He
gave
us
two
soap
dolls
,
a
broken
watch
and
chain
,
a
pair
of
good
-
luck
pennies
,
and
our
lives
.
But
neighbors
give
in
return
.
We
never
put
back
into
the
tree
what
we
took
out
of
it
:
we
had
given
him
nothing
,
and
it
made
me
sad
.
I
turned
to
go
home
.
Street
lights
winked
down
the
street
all
the
way
to
town
.
I
had
never
seen
our
neighborhood
from
this
angle
.
There
were
Miss
Maudie
’
s
,
Miss
Stephanie
’
s
—
there
was
our
house
,
I
could
see
the
porch
swing
—
Miss
Rachel
’
s
house
was
beyond
us
,
plainly
visible
.
I
could
even
see
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
.
I
looked
behind
me
.
To
the
left
of
the
brown
door
was
a
long
shuttered
window
.
I
walked
to
it
,
stood
in
front
of
it
,
and
turned
around
.
In
daylight
,
I
thought
,
you
could
see
to
the
postoffice
corner
.
Daylight
.
.
.
in
my
mind
,
the
night
faded
.
It
was
daytime
and
the
neighborhood
was
busy
.
Miss
Stephanie
Crawford
crossed
the
street
to
tell
the
latest
to
Miss
Rachel
.
Miss
Maudie
bent
over
her
azaleas
.
It
was
summertime
,
and
two
children
scampered
down
the
sidewalk
toward
a
man
approaching
in
the
distance
.
The
man
waved
,
and
the
children
raced
each
other
to
him
.
It
was
still
summertime
,
and
the
children
came
closer
.
A
boy
trudged
down
the
sidewalk
dragging
a
fishingpole
behind
him
.
A
man
stood
waiting
with
his
hands
on
his
.
Summertime
,
and
his
children
played
in
the
front
yard
with
their
friend
,
enacting
a
strange
little
drama
of
their
own
invention
.
It
was
fall
,
and
his
children
fought
on
the
sidewalk
in
front
of
Mrs
.
Dubose
’
s
.
The
boy
helped
his
sister
to
her
feet
,
and
they
made
their
way
home
.
Fall
,
and
his
children
trotted
to
and
fro
around
the
corner
,
the
day
’
s
woes
and
triumphs
on
their
faces
.
They
stopped
at
an
oak
tree
,
delighted
,
puzzled
,
apprehensive
.
