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Mr. Tate was trying to dig a hole in the floor with the toe of his boot. Hepulled his nose, then he massaged his left arm. “I may not be much, Mr. Finch,but I’m still sheriff of Maycomb County and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Goodnight, sir.”Mr. Tate stamped off the porch and strode across the front yard. His car doorslammed and he drove away.Atticus sat looking at the floor for a long time. Finally he raised his head.“Scout,” he said, “Mr. Ewell fell on his knife. Can you possibly understand?”Atticus looked like he needed cheering up. I ran to him and hugged him andkissed him with all my might. “Yes sir, I understand,” I reassured him. “Mr. Tatewas right.”Atticus disengaged himself and looked at me. “What do you mean?”“Well, it’d be sort of like shootin‘ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it?”Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walkedacross the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before hewent inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. “Thank you for mychildren, Arthur,” he said.
31When Boo Radley shuffled to his feet, light from the livingroom windowsglistened on his forehead. Every move he made was uncertain, as if he were notsure his hands and feet could make proper contact with the things he touched. Hecoughed his dreadful raling cough, and was so shaken he had to sit down again.His hand searched for his hip pocket, and he pulled out a handkerchief. Hecoughed into it, then he wiped his forehead.Having been so accustomed to his absence, I found it incredible that he hadbeen sitting beside me all this time, present. He had not made a sound.Once more, he got to his feet. He turned to me and nodded toward the frontdoor.“You’d like to say good night to Jem, wouldn’t you, Mr. Arthur? Come rightin.”I led him down the hall. Aunt Alexandra was sitting by Jem’s bed. “Come in,Arthur,” she said. “He’s still asleep. Dr. Reynolds gave him a heavy sedative.Jean Louise, is your father in the livingroom?”“Yes ma’am, I think so.”“I’ll just go speak to him a minute. Dr. Reynolds left some . . .” her voicetrailed away.Boo had drifted to a corner of the room, where he stood with his chin up,peering from a distance at Jem. I took him by the hand, a hand surprisinglywarm for its whiteness. I tugged him a little, and he allowed me to lead him toJem’s bed.Dr. Reynolds had made a tent-like arrangement over Jem’s arm, to keep thecover off, I guess, and Boo leaned forward and looked over it. An expression oftimid curiosity was on his face, as though he had never seen a boy before. Hismouth was slightly open, and he looked at Jem from head to foot. Boo’s handcame up, but he let it drop to his side.“You can pet him, Mr. Arthur, he’s asleep. You couldn’t if he was awake,though, he wouldn’t let you . . .” I found myself explaining. “Go ahead.”Boo’s hand hovered over Jem’s head.
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Mr. Tate was trying to dig a hole in the floor with the toe of his boot. He
pulled his nose, then he massaged his left arm. “I may not be much, Mr. Finch,
but I’m still sheriff of Maycomb County and Bob Ewell fell on his knife. Good
night, sir.”
Mr. Tate stamped off the porch and strode across the front yard. His car door
slammed and he drove away.
Atticus sat looking at the floor for a long time. Finally he raised his head.
“Scout,” he said, “Mr. Ewell fell on his knife. Can you possibly understand?”
Atticus looked like he needed cheering up. I ran to him and hugged him and
kissed him with all my might. “Yes sir, I understand,” I reassured him. “Mr. Tate
was right.”
Atticus disengaged himself and looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’d be sort of like shootin‘ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it?”
Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walked
across the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before he
went inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. “Thank you for my
children, Arthur,” he said.