“Did you know,” said Atticus, “that Dr. Reynolds works the same way? He charges some folks a bushel of potatoes for delivery of a baby.”
“Miss Scout, if you give me your attention I’ll tell you what entailment is. Jem’s definitions are very nearly accurate sometimes.”
If I could have explained these things to Miss Caroline, I would have saved myself some inconvenience and Miss Caroline subsequent mortification,
but it was beyond my ability to explain things as well as Atticus, so I said, “You’re shamin’ him, Miss Caroline.”
“Walter hasn’t got a quarter at home to bring you, and you can’t use any stovewood.”
Miss Caroline stood stock still, then grabbed me by the collar and hauled me back to her desk.
“Jean Louise, I’ve had about enough of you this morning,” she said.
“You’re starting off on the wrong foot in every way, my dear. Hold out your hand.”
I thought she was going to spit in it, which was the only reason anybody in Maycomb held out his hand:
it was a time-honored method of sealing oral contracts.
Wondering what bargain we had made, I turned to the class for an answer, but the class looked back at me in puzzlement.
Miss Caroline picked up her ruler, gave me half a dozen quick little pats, then told me to stand in the corner.
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