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thought Jem might escort me if I asked him.Aunt Alexandra said she just had to get to bed early, she’d been decorating thestage all afternoon and was worn out—she stopped short in the middle of hersentence. She closed her mouth, then opened it to say something, but no wordscame.“‘s matter, Aunty?” I asked.“Oh nothing, nothing,” she said, “somebody just walked over my grave.” Sheput away from her whatever it was that gave her a pinprick of apprehension, andsuggested that I give the family a preview in the livingroom. So Jem squeezedme into my costume, stood at the livingroom door, called out “Po-ork,” exactlyas Mrs. Merriweather would have done, and I marched in. Atticus and AuntAlexandra were delighted.I repeated my part for Calpurnia in the kitchen and she said I was wonderful. Iwanted to go across the street to show Miss Maudie, but Jem said she’d probablybe at the pageant anyway.After that, it didn’t matter whether they went or not. Jem said he would takeme. Thus began our longest journey together.
28The weather was unusually warm for the last day of October. We didn’t evenneed jackets. The wind was growing stronger, and Jem said it might be rainingbefore we got home. There was no moon. The street light on the corner castsharp shadows on the Radley house. I heard Jem laugh softly. “Bet nobodybothers them tonight,” he said. Jem was carrying my ham costume, ratherawkwardly, as it was hard to hold. I thought it gallant of him to do so.“It is a scary place though, ain’t it?” I said. “Boo doesn’t mean anybody anyharm, but I’m right glad you’re along.”“You know Atticus wouldn’t let you go to the schoolhouse by yourself,” Jemsaid.“Don’t see why, it’s just around the corner and across the yard.”“That yard’s a mighty long place for little girls to cross at night,” Jem teased.“Ain’t you scared of haints?”We laughed. Haints, Hot Steams, incantations, secret signs, had vanished withour years as mist with sunrise. “What was that old thing,” Jem said, “Angelbright, life-in-death; get off the road, don’t suck my breath.”“Cut it out, now,” I said. We were in front of the Radley Place.Jem said, “Boo must not be at home. Listen.”High above us in the darkness a solitary mocker poured out his repertoire inblissful unawareness of whose tree he sat in, plunging from the shrill kee, kee ofthe sunflower bird to the irascible qua-ack of a bluejay, to the sad lament of PoorWill, Poor Will, Poor Will.We turned the corner and I tripped on a root growing in the road. Jem tried tohelp me, but all he did was drop my costume in the dust. I didn’t fall, though,and soon we were on our way again.We turned off the road and entered the schoolyard. It was pitch black.“How do you know where we’re at, Jem?” I asked, when we had gone a fewsteps.“I can tell we’re under the big oak because we’re passin‘ through a cool spot.
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The weather was unusually warm for the last day of October. We didn’t even
need jackets. The wind was growing stronger, and Jem said it might be raining
before we got home. There was no moon. The street light on the corner cast
sharp shadows on the Radley house. I heard Jem laugh softly. “Bet nobody
bothers them tonight,” he said. Jem was carrying my ham costume, rather
awkwardly, as it was hard to hold. I thought it gallant of him to do so.
“It is a scary place though, ain’t it?” I said. “Boo doesn’t mean anybody any
harm, but I’m right glad you’re along.”
“You know Atticus wouldn’t let you go to the schoolhouse by yourself,” Jem
said.
“Don’t see why, it’s just around the corner and across the yard.”
“That yard’s a mighty long place for little girls to cross at night,” Jem teased.
“Ain’t you scared of haints?”
We laughed. Haints, Hot Steams, incantations, secret signs, had vanished with
our years as mist with sunrise. “What was that old thing,” Jem said, “Angel
bright, life-in-death; get off the road, don’t suck my breath.”
“Cut it out, now,” I said. We were in front of the Radley Place.
Jem said, “Boo must not be at home. Listen.”
High above us in the darkness a solitary mocker poured out his repertoire in
blissful unawareness of whose tree he sat in, plunging from the shrill kee, kee of
the sunflower bird to the irascible qua-ack of a bluejay, to the sad lament of Poor
Will, Poor Will, Poor Will.
We turned the corner and I tripped on a root growing in the road. Jem tried to
help me, but all he did was drop my costume in the dust. I didn’t fall, though,
and soon we were on our way again.
We turned off the road and entered the schoolyard. It was pitch black.
“How do you know where we’re at, Jem?” I asked, when we had gone a few
steps.
“I can tell we’re under the big oak because we’re passin‘ through a cool spot.
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