maybe you’re right, Jean Louise, this is a settled neighborhood. You’ve never been around young folks much, have you?”
“Yessum, at school.” “I mean young grown-ups. You’re lucky, you know. You and Jem have the benefit of your father’s age.
If your father was thirty you’d find life quite different.” “I sure would. Atticus can’t do anything…”
“You’d be surprised,” said Miss Maudie. “There’s life in him yet.” “What can he do?”
“Well, he can make somebody’s will so airtight can’t anybody meddle with it.” “Shoot…”
“Well, did you know he’s the best checker player in this town?
Why, down at the Landing when we were coming up, Atticus Finch could beat everybody on both sides of the river.”
“Good Lord, Miss Maudie, Jem and me beat him all the time.” “It’s about time you found out it’s because he lets you.
Did you know he can play a Jew’s Harp?” This modest accomplishment served to make me even more ashamed of him.
“Well…” she said. “Well, what, Miss Maudie?” “Well nothing. Nothing—it seems with all that you’d be proud of him.
Can’t everybody play a Jew’s Harp. Now keep out of the way of the carpenters.
You’d better go home, I’ll be in my azaleas and can’t watch you. Plank might hit you.
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