Zeebo lined On Jordan’s Stormy Banks, and church was over.
I wanted to stay and explore, but Calpurnia propelled me up the aisle ahead of her.
At the church door, while she paused to talk with Zeebo and his family, Jem and I chatted with Reverend Sykes.
I was bursting with questions, but decided I would wait and let Calpurnia answer them.
“We were ‘specially glad to have you all here,” said Reverend Sykes.
“This church has no better friend than your daddy.”
My curiosity burst: “Why were you all takin‘ up collection for Tom Robinson’s wife?”
“Didn’t you hear why?” asked Reverend Sykes. “Helen’s got three little’uns and she can’t go out to work—”
“Why can’t she take ‘em with her, Reverend?” I asked.
It was customary for field Negroes with tiny children to deposit them in whatever shade there was while their parents worked—
usually the babies sat in the shade between two rows of cotton.
Those unable to sit were strapped papoose-style on their mothers’ backs, or resided in extra cotton bags.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색