Again, As I Had Often Met It

Dill If You Don't Hush I'll Knock You Bowlegged.

They're Real Strong Magic, They Make You Have Good Luck. Not Like Fried Chicken When You're Not Lookin' For It, But Things Like Long Life N' Good Health, N' Passin' Six Weeks Tests...these Are Real Valuable To Somebody.

Atticus Said That Jem Was Trying Hard To Forget Something, But What He Was Really Doing Was Storing It Away For A While, Until Enough Time Passed. Then He Would Be Able To Think About It And Sort Things Out. When He Was Able To Think About It, Jem Would Be Himself Again.

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

Now...in An Abundant Society Where People Have Laptops, Cell Phones, Ipods And Minds Like Empty Rooms, I Still Plod Along With Books.