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"
Do
you
itch
,
Jem
?
"
I
asked
as
politely
as
I
could
.
He
did
not
answer
.
"
Come
on
in
,
Jem
,
"
I
said
.
"
After
while
.
"
He
stood
there
until
nightfall
,
and
I
waited
for
him
.
When
we
went
in
the
house
I
saw
he
had
been
crying
;
his
face
was
dirty
in
the
right
places
,
but
I
thought
it
odd
that
I
had
not
heard
him
.
For
reasons
unfathomable
to
the
most
experienced
prophets
in
Maycomb
County
,
autumn
turned
to
winter
that
year
.
We
had
two
weeks
of
the
coldest
weather
since
1885
,
Atticus
said
.
Mr
.
Avery
said
it
was
written
on
the
Rosetta
Stone
that
when
children
disobeyed
their
parents
,
smoked
cigarettes
and
made
war
on
each
other
,
the
seasons
would
change
:
Jem
and
I
were
burdened
with
the
guilt
of
contributing
to
the
aberrations
of
nature
,
thereby
causing
unhappiness
to
our
neighbors
and
discomfort
to
ourselves
.
Old
Mrs
.
Radley
died
that
winter
,
but
her
death
caused
hardly
a
ripple
—
the
neighborhood
seldom
saw
her
,
except
when
she
watered
her
cannas
.
Jem
and
I
decided
that
Boo
had
got
her
at
last
,
but
when
Atticus
returned
from
the
Radley
house
he
said
she
died
of
natural
causes
,
to
our
disappointment
.
"
Ask
him
,
"
Jem
whispered
.
"
You
ask
him
,
you
’
re
the
oldest
.
"
"
That
’
s
why
you
oughta
ask
him
.
"
"
Atticus
,
"
I
said
,
"
did
you
see
Mr
.
Arthur
?
"
Atticus
looked
sternly
around
his
newspaper
at
me
:
"
I
did
not
.
"
