Mutual Defiance Made Them Alike.

Now That I Was Compelled To Think About It, Reading Was Something That Just Came To Me, As Learning To Fasten The Seat Of My Union Suit Without Looking Around, Or Achieving Two Bows From A Snarl Of Shoelaces.

One Must Lie Under Certain Circumstances And At All Times When One Can't Do Anything About Them.

Long Ago, In A Burst Of Friendliness, Aunty And Uncle Jimmy Produced A Son Named Henry.

I Know Now What He Was Trying To Do, But Atticus Was Only A Man. It Takes A Woman To Do That Kind Of Work.

Summer Was Our Best Season: It Was Sleeping On The Back Screeneed Porch In Cots, Or Trying To Sleep In The Treehouse; Summer Was Everything Good To Eat;it Was A Thousand Colors In A Parched Landscape.