I punched Jem. “That’s the Tom Atticus’s de—” “Sh-h!”
I turned to Calpurnia but was hushed before I opened my mouth.
Subdued, I fixed my attention upon Reverend Sykes, who seemed to be waiting for me to settle down.
“Will the music superintendent lead us in the first hymn,” he said.
Zeebo rose from his pew and walked down the center aisle, stopping in front of us and facing the congregation.
He was carrying a battered hymn-book. He opened it and said, “We’ll sing number two seventy-three.”
This was too much for me. “How’re we gonna sing it if there ain’t any hymn- books?”
Calpurnia smiled. “Hush baby,” she whispered, “you’ll see in a minute.”
Zeebo cleared his throat and read in a voice like the rumble of distant artillery: “There’s a land beyond the river.”
Miraculously on pitch, a hundred voices sang out Zeebo’s words.
The last syllable, held to a husky hum, was followed by Zeebo saying, “That we call the sweet forever.”
Music again swelled around us; the last note lingered and Zeebo met it with the next line: “And we only reach that shore by faith’s decree.”
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