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“Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father’s passin‘.”
22It was Jem’s turn to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made ourway through the cheerful crowd. “It ain’t right,” he muttered, all the way to thecorner of the square where we found Atticus waiting. Atticus was standing underthe street light looking as though nothing had happened: his vest was buttoned,his collar and tie were neatly in place, his watch-chain glistened, he was hisimpassive self again.“It ain’t right, Atticus,” said Jem.“No son, it’s not right.”We walked home.Aunt Alexandra was waiting up. She was in her dressing gown, and I couldhave sworn she had on her corset underneath it. “I’m sorry, brother,” shemurmured. Having never heard her call Atticus “brother” before, I stole a glanceat Jem, but he was not listening. He would look up at Atticus, then down at thefloor, and I wondered if he thought Atticus somehow responsible for TomRobinson’s conviction.“Is he all right?” Aunty asked, indicating Jem.“He’ll be so presently,” said Atticus. “It was a little too strong for him.” Ourfather sighed. “I’m going to bed,” he said. “If I don’t wake up in the morning,don’t call me.”“I didn’t think it wise in the first place to let them—”“This is their home, sister,” said Atticus. “We’ve made it this way for them,they might as well learn to cope with it.”“But they don’t have to go to the courthouse and wallow in it—”“It’s just as much Maycomb County as missionary teas.”“Atticus—” Aunt Alexandra’s eyes were anxious. “You are the last person Ithought would turn bitter over this.”“I’m not bitter, just tired. I’m going to bed.”“Atticus—” said Jem bleakly.He turned in the doorway. “What, son?”
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It was Jem’s turn to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our
way through the cheerful crowd. “It ain’t right,” he muttered, all the way to the
corner of the square where we found Atticus waiting. Atticus was standing under
the street light looking as though nothing had happened: his vest was buttoned,
his collar and tie were neatly in place, his watch-chain glistened, he was his
impassive self again.
“It ain’t right, Atticus,” said Jem.
“No son, it’s not right.”
We walked home.
Aunt Alexandra was waiting up. She was in her dressing gown, and I could
have sworn she had on her corset underneath it. “I’m sorry, brother,” she
murmured. Having never heard her call Atticus “brother” before, I stole a glance
at Jem, but he was not listening. He would look up at Atticus, then down at the
floor, and I wondered if he thought Atticus somehow responsible for Tom
Robinson’s conviction.
“Is he all right?” Aunty asked, indicating Jem.
“He’ll be so presently,” said Atticus. “It was a little too strong for him.” Our
father sighed. “I’m going to bed,” he said. “If I don’t wake up in the morning,
don’t call me.”
“I didn’t think it wise in the first place to let them—”
“This is their home, sister,” said Atticus. “We’ve made it this way for them,
they might as well learn to cope with it.”
“But they don’t have to go to the courthouse and wallow in it—”
“It’s just as much Maycomb County as missionary teas.”
“Atticus—” Aunt Alexandra’s eyes were anxious. “You are the last person I
thought would turn bitter over this.”
“I’m not bitter, just tired. I’m going to bed.”
“Atticus—” said Jem bleakly.
He turned in the doorway. “What, son?”