I heard the suitcase hit the bedroom floor with a thump. The sound had a dull permanence about it.
Jean Louise, stopscratching your head.
I'll take it
I had an idea, however, that Aunt Alexandra'sappearance was not so much Atticus's doing as hers.
Your aunt's doing me a favor as well as you all.
Yessir...
Of course some afternoons when I would run inside for a drink of water, I would find the living room overrun with Maycomb ladies, sipping, whispering, fanning, and I would be called: “Jean Louise, come speak to these ladies.”
Aunt Alexandra fitted into the world of Maycomb like a hand in a glove, but never into the world of Jem and me.
Speak to your Cousin Lily.
Who?
"Atticus said it cost the family five hundred dollars to get him out of that one-" Aunt Alexandra was standing as stiff as a stork. "That's all," she said. "We'll see about this."
Cousin Joshua said he was nothing but a sewer inspector, and tried to shoot the president with an old flintlock pistol,
How did you know that?
Is this the Cousin Joshua that was locked up for so long?
Only, it blew up in his hand.
"Your aunt has asked me to try and impress upon you and JeanLouise that you are not from run-of-the-mill people, that you are the product of several generations’ gentle breeding... And that youshould try to live up to your name-"
I'm trying to tell youthe facts of life.
I know allthat stuff!
Aunt Alexandra fits in the Maycomb society like a hand into a glove but will never fit into Finch's family life
I felt his hand on the back of my head. “Don’t you worry aboutanything,” he said. “It’s not time to worry.” When I heard that, I knewhe had come back to us.
I can’t remember everything Finches are supposed to do...