Maycomb was an old town, but it was a tired old town when I first knew it. In rainy weather the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the courthouse sagged in the square.
We lived on the main residential street in town - Atticus, Jem and I, plus Calpurnia our cook. Jem and I found our father satisfactory: he played with us, read to us, and treated us with courteous detachment.
Atticus
Calpurnia
Jem
Scout
We went to the wire fence to see if there was a puppy - Miss Rachels rat terrier was expecting - instead we found someone sitting looking at us.
Hey yourself
Hey
I'm Charles Baker Harris
The kids are having a discussion
I'm big enough to fit mine, Your name's longer'n you are. Bet it's a foot longer.
Why don't you come over here Charles Baker Harris. Lord what a name.
's not funnier'n yours. Aunt Rachel told me your name is Jeremy Atticus Finch
Folks call me Dill.
Dill was from Meridian, Mississippi, was spending the summer with his aunt, Miss Rachel, and would be spending every summer in Maycomb from now on.
One of the sellers went and cut the rope, now the dog was free.