To kill a mockingbird
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- Chapter 2
- Dill left us in early september, to return to Meridian. I was miserable without him until it occurred to me that I would be starting school in a week. -scout (17)
- as I read the alphabet in a faint line appeared between her eyebrows, and after making me read most of my First Reader and the stock-market quotations from the Mobile Register aloud, she discovered that I was literate and looked at me more than faint distaste -scout (19)
- I rose graciously on Walter’s behalf: “Ah—Miss Caroline?” “What is it, Jean Louise?” “Miss Caroline, he’s a Cunningham.” I sat back down.“What, Jean Louise?”I thought I had made things sufficiently clear. It was clear enough to the rest of us: Walter Cunningham was sitting there lying his head off. He didn’t forget his lunch, he didn’t have any. He had none today nor would he have any tomorrow or the next day. He had probably never seen three quarters together at the same time in his life. -Scout (20)
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- I knew that I had annoyed Miss.Caroline, so I let well enough alone and stared out the window until recess when jem cut me from the convey of first graders in the school yard. He asked how I was getting along so I told him. -scout (20)
- Later, a sack of hickory nuts appeared on the back steps. With Christmas came a crate of smilax and holly. That spring when we found a crokersack full of turnip greens, Atticus said Mr. Cunningham had more than paid him. “Why does he pay you like that?” I asked.“Because that’s the only way he can pay me. He has no money.” “Are we poor, Atticus?” Atticus nodded. “We are indeed.” Jem’s nose wrinkled. “Are we as poor as the Cunninghams?” “Not exactly. The Cunninghams are country folks, farmers, and the crash hit themhardest.” -scout (22)
- I thought she was going to spit in it, which was the only reason anybody inMaycomb held out his hand: it was a time-honored method of sealing oralcontracts. Wondering what bargain we had made, I turned to the class for ananswer, but the class looked back at me in puzzlement. Miss Caroline picked upher ruler, gave me half a dozen quick little pats, then told me to stand in thecorner. A storm of laughter broke loose when it finally occurred to the class thatMiss Caroline had whipped me. -Scout (22)
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