Uncle Jack instructed us in the rudiments thereof; he said Atticus wasn’t interested in guns.
Atticus said to Jem one day, “I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you’ll go after birds.
Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it.
“Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy.
They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs,
they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
Miss Maudie, this is an old neighborhood, ain’t it?” “Been here longer than the town.
Nome, I mean the folks on our street are all old. Jem and me’s the only children around here.
Mrs. Dubose is close on to a hundred and Miss Rachel’s old and so are you and Atticus.”
“I don’t call fifty very old,” said Miss Maudie tartly. “Not being wheeled around yet, am I? Neither’s your father.
But I must say Providence was kind enough to burn down that old mausoleum of mine, I’m too old to keep it up—
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