I retrieved my plate and finished dinner in the kitchen, thankful, though, that I was spared the humiliation of facing them again.
I told Calpurnia to just wait, I’d fix her: one of these days when she wasn’t looking
I’d go off and drown myself in Barker’s Eddy and then she’d be sorry.
Besides, I added, she’d already gotten me in trouble once today: she had taught me to write and it was all her fault.
“Hush your fussin’,” she said. Jem and Walter returned to school ahead of me.
Staying behind to advise Atticus of Calpurnia’s iniquities was worth a solitary sprint past the Radley Place.
“She likes Jem better’n she likes me, anyway,” I concluded, and suggested that Atticus lose no time in packing her off.
“Have you ever considered that Jem doesn’t worry her half as much?” Atticus’s voice was flinty.
I’ve no intention of getting rid of her, now or ever. We couldn’t operate a single day without Cal, have you ever thought of that?
You think about how much Cal does for you, and you mind her, you hear?
I returned to school and hated Calpurnia steadily until a sudden shriek shattered my resentments.
I looked up to see Miss Caroline standing in the middle of the room, sheer horror flooding her face.
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