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“What’s a yap?”“Aw, tacky. They like fiddlin‘ and things like that.”“Well I do too—”“Don’t be silly, Jean Louise,” said Aunt Alexandra. “The thing is, you canscrub Walter Cunningham till he shines, you can put him in shoes and a newsuit, but he’ll never be like Jem. Besides, there’s a drinking streak in that familya mile wide. Finch women aren’t interested in that sort of people.”“Aun-ty,” said Jem, “she ain’t nine yet.”“She may as well learn it now.”Aunt Alexandra had spoken. I was reminded vividly of the last time she hadput her foot down. I never knew why. It was when I was absorbed with plans tovisit Calpurnia’s house—I was curious, interested; I wanted to be her“company,” to see how she lived, who her friends were. I might as well havewanted to see the other side of the moon. This time the tactics were different, butAunt Alexandra’s aim was the same. Perhaps this was why she had come to livewith us—to help us choose our friends. I would hold her off as long as I could:“If they’re good folks, then why can’t I be nice to Walter?”“I didn’t say not to be nice to him. You should be friendly and polite to him,you should be gracious to everybody, dear. But you don’t have to invite himhome.”“What if he was kin to us, Aunty?”“The fact is that he is not kin to us, but if he were, my answer would be thesame.”“Aunty,” Jem spoke up, “Atticus says you can choose your friends but yousho‘ can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether youacknowledge ‘em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t.”“That’s your father all over again,” said Aunt Alexandra, “and I still say thatJean Louise will not invite Walter Cunningham to this house. If he were herdouble first cousin once removed he would still not be received in this houseunless he comes to see Atticus on business. Now that is that.”She had said Indeed Not, but this time she would give her reasons: “But Iwant to play with Walter, Aunty, why can’t I?”She took off her glasses and stared at me. “I’ll tell you why,” she said.“Because—he—is—trash, that’s why you can’t play with him. I’ll not have youaround him, picking up his habits and learning Lord-knows-what. You’re
enough of a problem to your father as it is.”I don’t know what I would have done, but Jem stopped me. He caught me bythe shoulders, put his arm around me, and led me sobbing in fury to hisbedroom. Atticus heard us and poked his head around the door. “‘s all right, sir,”Jem said gruffly, “’s not anything.” Atticus went away.“Have a chew, Scout.” Jem dug into his pocket and extracted a Tootsie Roll. Ittook a few minutes to work the candy into a comfortable wad inside my jaw.Jem was rearranging the objects on his dresser. His hair stuck up behind anddown in front, and I wondered if it would ever look like a man’s—maybe if heshaved it off and started over, his hair would grow back neatly in place. Hiseyebrows were becoming heavier, and I noticed a new slimness about his body.He was growing taller. When he looked around, he must have thought I wouldstart crying again, for he said, “Show you something if you won’t tell anybody.”I said what. He unbuttoned his shirt, grinning shyly.“Well what?”“Well can’t you see it?”“Well no.”“Well it’s hair.”“Where?”“There. Right there.”He had been a comfort to me, so I said it looked lovely, but I didn’t seeanything. “It’s real nice, Jem.”“Under my arms, too,” he said. “Goin‘ out for football next year. Scout, don’tlet Aunty aggravate you.”It seemed only yesterday that he was telling me not to aggravate Aunty.“You know she’s not used to girls,” said Jem, “leastways, not girls like you.She’s trying to make you a lady. Can’t you take up sewin‘ or somethin’?”“Hell no. She doesn’t like me, that’s all there is to it, and I don’t care. It washer callin‘ Walter Cunningham trash that got me goin’, Jem, not what she saidabout being a problem to Atticus. We got that all straight one time, I asked himif I was a problem and he said not much of one, at most one that he could alwaysfigure out, and not to worry my head a second about botherin‘ him. Naw, it wasWalter—that boy’s not trash, Jem. He ain’t like the Ewells.”Jem kicked off his shoes and swung his feet to the bed. He propped himselfagainst a pillow and switched on the reading light. “You know something,
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enough of a problem to your father as it is.”
I don’t know what I would have done, but Jem stopped me. He caught me by
the shoulders, put his arm around me, and led me sobbing in fury to his
bedroom. Atticus heard us and poked his head around the door. “‘s all right, sir,”
Jem said gruffly, “’s not anything.” Atticus went away.
“Have a chew, Scout.” Jem dug into his pocket and extracted a Tootsie Roll. It
took a few minutes to work the candy into a comfortable wad inside my jaw.
Jem was rearranging the objects on his dresser. His hair stuck up behind and
down in front, and I wondered if it would ever look like a man’s—maybe if he
shaved it off and started over, his hair would grow back neatly in place. His
eyebrows were becoming heavier, and I noticed a new slimness about his body.
He was growing taller. When he looked around, he must have thought I would
start crying again, for he said, “Show you something if you won’t tell anybody.”
I said what. He unbuttoned his shirt, grinning shyly.
“Well what?”
“Well can’t you see it?”
“Well no.”
“Well it’s hair.”
“Where?”
“There. Right there.”
He had been a comfort to me, so I said it looked lovely, but I didn’t see
anything. “It’s real nice, Jem.”
“Under my arms, too,” he said. “Goin‘ out for football next year. Scout, don’t
let Aunty aggravate you.”
It seemed only yesterday that he was telling me not to aggravate Aunty.
“You know she’s not used to girls,” said Jem, “leastways, not girls like you.
She’s trying to make you a lady. Can’t you take up sewin‘ or somethin’?”
“Hell no. She doesn’t like me, that’s all there is to it, and I don’t care. It was
her callin‘ Walter Cunningham trash that got me goin’, Jem, not what she said
about being a problem to Atticus. We got that all straight one time, I asked him
if I was a problem and he said not much of one, at most one that he could always
figure out, and not to worry my head a second about botherin‘ him. Naw, it was
Walter—that boy’s not trash, Jem. He ain’t like the Ewells.”
Jem kicked off his shoes and swung his feet to the bed. He propped himself
against a pillow and switched on the reading light. “You know something,
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