a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.
He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him,
but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of a gray house with sad brown doors.
“Dill?” “Mm?”Why do you reckon Boo Radley’s never run off?”
Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. “Maybe he doesn’t have anywhere to run off to…”
Chapter 15
After many telephone calls, much pleading on behalf of the defendant,
and a long forgiving letter from his mother, it was decided that Dill could stay.
We had a week of peace together. After that, little, it seemed. A nightmare was upon us.
It began one evening after supper. Dill was over; Aunt Alexandra was in her chair in the corner,
Atticus was in his; Jem and I were on the floor reading.
It had been a placid week: I had minded Aunty; Jem had outgrown the treehouse, but helped Dill and me construct a new rope ladder for it;
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