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"
’
s
not
any
funnier
’
n
yours
.
Aunt
Rachel
says
your
name
’
s
Jeremy
Atticus
Finch
.
"
Jem
scowled
.
"
I
’
m
big
enough
to
fit
mine
,
"
he
said
.
"
Your
name
’
s
longer
’
n
you
are
.
Bet
it
’
s
a
foot
longer
.
"
"
Folks
call
me
Dill
,
"
said
Dill
,
struggling
under
the
fence
.
"
Do
better
if
you
go
over
it
instead
of
under
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
Where
’
d
you
come
from
?
"
Dill
was
from
Meridian
,
Mississippi
,
was
spending
the
summer
with
his
aunt
,
Miss
Rachel
,
and
would
be
spending
every
summer
in
Maycomb
from
now
on
.
His
family
was
from
Maycomb
County
originally
,
his
mother
worked
for
a
photographer
in
Meridian
,
had
entered
his
picture
in
a
Beautiful
Child
contest
and
won
five
dollars
.
She
gave
the
money
to
Dill
,
who
went
to
the
picture
show
twenty
times
on
it
.
"
Don
’
t
have
any
picture
shows
here
,
except
Jesus
ones
in
the
courthouse
sometimes
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
Ever
see
anything
good
?
"
Dill
had
seen
Dracula
,
a
revelation
that
moved
Jem
to
eye
him
with
the
beginning
of
respect
.
"
Tell
it
to
us
,
"
he
said
.
Dill
was
a
curiosity
.
He
wore
blue
linen
shorts
that
buttoned
to
his
shirt
,
his
hair
was
snow
white
and
stuck
to
his
head
like
duckfluff
;
he
was
a
year
my
senior
but
I
towered
over
him
.
As
he
told
us
the
old
tale
his
blue
eyes
would
lighten
and
darken
;
his
laugh
was
sudden
and
happy
;
he
habitually
pulled
at
a
cowlick
in
the
center
of
his
forehead
.
When
Dill
reduced
Dracula
to
dust
,
and
Jem
said
the
show
sounded
better
than
the
book
,
I
asked
Dill
where
his
father
was
:
"
You
ain
’
t
said
anything
about
him
.
"
