Atticus said no, it wasn’t that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.
My memory came alive to see Mrs. Radley occasionally open the front door, walk to the edge of the porch, and pour water on her cannas.
But every day Jem and I would see Mr. Radley walking to and from town.
He was a thin leathery man with colorless eyes, so colorless they did not reflect light.
His cheekbones were sharp and his mouth was wide, with a thin upper lip and a full lower lip.
Miss Stephanie Crawford said he was so upright he took the word of God as his only law,
and we believed her, because Mr. Radley’s posture was ramrod straight.
He never spoke to us. When he passed we would look at the ground and say, “Good morning, sir,” and he would cough in reply.
Mr. Radley’s elder son lived in Pensacola; he came home at Christmas, and he was one of the few persons we ever saw enter or leave the place.
From the day Mr. Radley took Arthur home, people said the house died.
But there came a day when Atticus told us he’d wear us out if we made any noise in the yard
and commissioned Calpurnia to serve in his absence if she heard a sound out of us.
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