The judge leaned back. “Atticus, let’s get on with these proceedings,
and let the record show that the witness has not been sassed, her views to the contrary.”
I wondered if anybody had ever called her “ma’am,” or “Miss Mayella” in her life;
probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like? I soon found out.
“You say you’re nineteen,” Atticus resumed. “How many sisters and brothers have you?”
He walked from the windows back to the stand. “Seb’m,” she said,
and I wondered if they were all like the specimen I had seen the first day I started to school.
“You the eldest? The oldest?” “Yes.” “How long has your mother been dead?”
Don’t know—long time.” “Did you ever go to school?” “Read’n’write good as Papa yonder.
Mayella sounded like a Mr. Jingle in a book I had been reading.
“How long did you go to school?” “Two year—three year—dunno.”
Slowly but surely I began to see the pattern of Atticus’s questions:
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