One afternoon a month later Jem was ploughing his way through Sir Walter Scout, as Jem called him,
and Mrs. Dubose was correcting him at every turn, when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in!” she screamed. Atticus came in. He went to the bed and took Mrs. Dubose’s hand.
“I was coming from the office and didn’t see the children,” he said. “I thought they might still be here.”
Mrs. Dubose smiled at him. For the life of me I could not figure out how she could bring herself to speak to him when she seemed to hate him so.
Do you know what time it is, Atticus?she said.Exactly fourteen minutes past five.
The alarm clock’s set for five-thirty. I want you to know that.
It suddenly came to me that each day we had been staying a little longer at Mrs. Dubose’s,
that the alarm clock went off a few minutes later every day, and that she was well into one of her fits by the time it sounded.
Today she had antagonized Jem for nearly two hours with no intention of having a fit, and I felt hopelessly trapped.
The alarm clock was the signal for our release; if one day it did not ring, what would we do?
“I have a feeling that Jem’s reading days are numbered,” said Atticus.
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