and she sailed up the front steps with her classic,If Mr. Finch don’t wear you out, I will—get in that house, sir!
Jem went in grinning, and Calpurnia nodded tacit consent to having Dill in to supper.
“You all call Miss Rachel right now and tell her where you are,” she told him.
“She’s run distracted lookin’ for you—you watch out she don’t ship you back to Meridian first thing in the mornin’.”
Aunt Alexandra met us and nearly fainted when Calpurnia told her where we were.
I guess it hurt her when we told her Atticus said we could go back, because she didn’t say a word during supper.
She just rearranged food on her plate, looking at it sadly while Calpurnia served Jem, Dill and me with a vengeance.
Calpurnia poured milk, dished out potato salad and ham, muttering, “‘shamed of yourselves,” in varying degrees of intensity.
“Now you all eat slow,” was her final command. Reverend Sykes had saved our places.
We were surprised to find that we had been gone nearly an hour, and were equally surprised to find the courtroom exactly as we had left it,
with minor changes: the jury box was empty, the defendant was gone;
Judge Taylor had been gone, but he reappeared as we were seating ourselves.
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