To kill a Mockingbird
by Harper Lee
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PART ONE
Chapter 6
“Yes,” said our father, when Jem asked him if we could go over and sit by Miss
Rachel’s fishpool with Dill, as this was his last night in Maycomb. “Tell him so
long for me, and we’ll see him next summer.”
We leaped over the low wall that separated Miss Rachel’s yard from our
driveway. Jem whistled bob-white and Dill answered in the darkness.
“Not a breath blowing,” said Jem. “Looka yonder.”
He pointed to the east. A gigantic moon was rising behind Miss Maudie’s pecan
trees. “That makes it seem hotter,” he said.
“Cross in it tonight?” asked Dill, not looking up. He was constructing a cigarette
from newspaper and string.
“No, just the lady. Don’t light that thing, Dill, you’ll stink up this whole end of
town.”
There was a lady in the moon in Maycomb. She sat at a dresser combing her hair.
“We’re gonna miss you, boy,” I said. “Reckon we better watch for Mr. Avery?”
Mr. Avery boarded across the street from Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose’s house.
Besides making change in the collection plate every Sunday, Mr. Avery sat on the
porch every night until nine o’clock and sneezed. One evening we were privileged
to witness a performance by him which seemed to have been his positively last,
for he never did it again so long as we watched. Jem and I were leaving Miss
Rachel’s front steps one night when Dill stopped us: “Golly, looka yonder.” He
pointed across the street. At first we saw nothing but a kudzu-covered front porch,
but a closer inspection revealed an arc of water descending from the leaves and
splashing in the yellow circle of the street light, some ten feet from source to
earth, it seemed to us. Jem said Mr. Avery misfigured, Dill said he must drink a
gallon a day, and the ensuing contest to determine relative distances and
respective prowess only made me feel left out again, as I was untalented in this
area.
Dill stretched, yawned, and said altogether too casually. “I know what, let’s go for
a walk.”
He sounded fishy to me. Nobody in Maycomb just went for a walk. “Where to,
Dill?”
Dill jerked his head in a southerly direction.
Jem said, “Okay.” When I protested, he said sweetly, “You don’t have to come
along, Angel May.”
“You don’t have to go. Remember-”
Jem was not one to dwell on past defeats: it seemed the only message he got from
Atticus was insight into the art of cross examination. “Scout, we ain’t gonna do
anything, we’re just goin‘ to the street light and back.”
We strolled silently down the sidewalk, listening to porch swings creaking with
the weight of the neighborhood, listening to the soft night-murmurs of the grown
people on our street. Occasionally we heard Miss Stephanie Crawford laugh.
“Well?” said Dill.
“Okay,” said Jem. “Why don’t you go on home, Scout?”
“What are you gonna do?”
Dill and Jem were simply going to peep in the window with the loose shutter to
see if they could get a look at Boo Radley, and if I didn’t want to go with them I
could go straight home and keep my fat flopping mouth shut, that was all.
“But what in the sam holy hill did you wait till tonight?”
Because nobody could see them at night, because Atticus would be so deep in a
book he wouldn’t hear the Kingdom coming, because if Boo Radley killed them
they’d miss school instead of vacation, and because it was easier to see inside a
dark house in the dark than in the daytime, did I understand?
“Jem, please—”
“Scout, I’m tellin‘ you for the last time, shut your trap or go home—I declare to
the Lord you’re gettin’ more like a girl every day!”
With that, I had no option but to join them. We thought it was better to go under
the high wire fence at the rear of the Radley lot, we stood less chance of being
seen. The fence enclosed a large garden and a narrow wooden outhouse.
Jem held up the bottom wire and motioned Dill under it. I followed, and held up
the wire for Jem. It was a tight squeeze for him. “Don’t make a sound,” he
whispered. “Don’t get in a row of collards whatever you do, they’ll wake the
dead.”
With this thought in mind, I made perhaps one step per minute. I moved faster
when I saw Jem far ahead beckoning in the moonlight. We came to the gate that
divided the garden from the back yard. Jem touched it. The gate squeaked.
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