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“Dear sir,” said Jem. “We appreciate the—no, we appreciate everything whichyou have put into the tree for us. Yours very truly, Jeremy Atticus Finch.”“He won’t know who you are if you sign it like that, Jem.”Jem erased his name and wrote, “Jem Finch.” I signed, “Jean Louise Finch(Scout),” beneath it. Jem put the note in an envelope.Next morning on the way to school he ran ahead of me and stopped at the tree.Jem was facing me when he looked up, and I saw him go stark white.“Scout!”I ran to him.Someone had filled our knot-hole with cement.“Don’t you cry, now, Scout . . . don’t cry now, don’t you worry—” hemuttered at me all the way to school.When we went home for dinner Jem bolted his food, ran to the porch andstood on the steps. I followed him. “Hasn’t passed by yet,” he said.Next day Jem repeated his vigil and was rewarded.“Hidy do, Mr. Nathan,” he said.“Morning Jem, Scout,” said Mr. Radley, as he went by.“Mr. Radley,” said Jem.Mr. Radley turned around.“Mr. Radley, ah—did you put cement in that hole in that tree down yonder?”“Yes,” he said. “I filled it up.”“Why’d you do it, sir?”“Tree’s dying. You plug ‘em with cement when they’re sick. You ought toknow that, Jem.”Jem said nothing more about it until late afternoon. When we passed our treehe gave it a meditative pat on its cement, and remained deep in thought. Heseemed to be working himself into a bad humor, so I kept my distance.As usual, we met Atticus coming home from work that evening. When wewere at our steps Jem said, “Atticus, look down yonder at that tree, please sir.”“What tree, son?”“The one on the corner of the Radley lot comin‘ from school.”“Yes?”“Is that tree dyin‘?”
“Why no, son, I don’t think so. Look at the leaves, they’re all green and full,no brown patches anywhere—”“It ain’t even sick?”“That tree’s as healthy as you are, Jem. Why?”“Mr. Nathan Radley said it was dyin‘.”“Well maybe it is. I’m sure Mr. Radley knows more about his trees than wedo.”Atticus left us on the porch. Jem leaned on a pillar, rubbing his shouldersagainst it.“Do you itch, Jem?” I asked as politely as I could. He did not answer. “Comeon in, Jem,” I said.“After while.”He stood there until nightfall, and I waited for him. When we went in thehouse I saw he had been crying; his face was dirty in the right places, but Ithought it odd that I had not heard him.
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“Why no, son, I don’t think so. Look at the leaves, they’re all green and full,
no brown patches anywhere—”
“It ain’t even sick?”
“That tree’s as healthy as you are, Jem. Why?”
“Mr. Nathan Radley said it was dyin‘.”
“Well maybe it is. I’m sure Mr. Radley knows more about his trees than we
do.”
Atticus left us on the porch. Jem leaned on a pillar, rubbing his shoulders
against it.
“Do you itch, Jem?” I asked as politely as I could. He did not answer. “Come
on in, Jem,” I said.
“After while.”
He stood there until nightfall, and I waited for him. When we went in the
house I saw he had been crying; his face was dirty in the right places, but I
thought it odd that I had not heard him.
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