When we were small, Jem and I confined our activities to the southern neighborhood,but when I was well into the second grade at school and tormenting ...
Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old,he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abil...
"You can just take that back, boy!"This order, given by me to Cecil Jacobs, was the beginning of a rather thin time forJem and me. My fists ...
For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County,autumn turned to winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldest weather...
Jem stayed moody and silent for a week. As Atticus had once advised me to do, I triedto climb into Jem's skin and walk around in it: if I had gone...
"Yes," said our father, when Jem asked him if we could go over and sit by MissRachel's fishpool with Dill, as this was his last night in...
My nagging got the better of Jem eventually, as I knew it would, and to my relief weslowed down the game for a while. He still maintained, however, th...
The remainder of my schooldays were no more auspicious than the first. Indeed, theywere an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which m...
Catching Walter Cunningham in the schoolyard gave me some pleasure, but when Iwas rubbing his nose in the dirt Jem came by and told me to stop. "...
Dill left us early in September, to return to Meridian. We saw him off on the five o'clockbus and I was miserable without him until it occurred to...