as the grand finale, and Mrs. Merriweather would mount the stage with the state flag.
My costume was not much of a problem. Mrs. Crenshaw, the local seamstress, had as much imagination as Mrs. Merriweather.
Mrs. Crenshaw took some chicken wire and bent it into the shape of a cured ham.
This she covered with brown cloth, and painted it to resemble the original.
I could duck under and someone would pull the contraption down over my head. It came almost to my knees.
Mrs. Crenshaw thoughtfully left two peepholes for me. She did a fine job. Jem said I looked exactly like a ham with legs.
There were several discomforts, though: it was hot, it was a close fit;
if my nose itched I couldn’t scratch, and once inside I could not get out of it alone.
When Halloween came, I assumed that the whole family would be present to watch me perform, but I was disappointed.
Atticus said as tactfully as he could that he just didn’t think he could stand a pageant tonight, he was all in.
He had been in Montgomery for a week and had come home late that afternoon. He thought Jem might escort me if I asked him.
Aunt Alexandra said she just had to get to bed early, she’d been decorating the stage all afternoon and was worn out—
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