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Miss
Maudie
’
s
sunhat
was
suspended
in
a
thin
layer
of
ice
,
like
a
fly
in
amber
,
and
we
had
to
dig
under
the
dirt
for
her
hedge
-
clippers
.
We
found
her
in
her
back
yard
,
gazing
at
her
frozen
charred
azaleas
.
"
We
’
re
bringing
back
your
things
,
Miss
Maudie
,
"
said
Jem
.
"
We
’
re
awful
sorry
.
"
Miss
Maudie
looked
around
,
and
the
shadow
of
her
old
grin
crossed
her
face
.
"
Always
wanted
a
smaller
house
,
Jem
Finch
.
Gives
me
more
yard
.
Just
think
,
I
’
ll
have
more
room
for
my
azaleas
now
!
"
"
You
ain
’
t
grievin
’
,
Miss
Maudie
?
"
I
asked
,
surprised
.
Atticus
said
her
house
was
nearly
all
she
had
.
"
Grieving
,
child
?
Why
,
I
hated
that
old
cow
barn
.
Thought
of
settin
’
fire
to
it
a
hundred
times
myself
,
except
they
’
d
lock
me
up
.
"
"
But
—
"
"
Don
’
t
you
worry
about
me
,
Jean
Louise
Finch
.
There
are
ways
of
doing
things
you
don
’
t
know
about
.
Why
,
I
’
ll
build
me
a
little
house
and
take
me
a
couple
of
roomers
and
—
gracious
,
I
’
ll
have
the
finest
yard
in
Alabama
.
Those
Bellingraths
’
ll
look
plain
puny
when
I
get
started
!
"
Jem
and
I
looked
at
each
other
.
"
How
’
d
it
catch
,
Miss
Maudie
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
Jem
.
Probably
the
flue
in
the
kitchen
.
I
kept
a
fire
in
there
last
night
for
my
potted
plants
.
Hear
you
had
some
unexpected
company
last
night
,
Miss
Jean
Louise
.
"
"
How
’
d
you
know
?
"
