Jem wouldn’t go by her place without Atticus beside him. “What you reckon we oughta do, Jem?”
Finders were keepers unless title was proven. Plucking an occasional camellia,
getting a squirt of hot milk from Miss Maudie Atkinson’s cow on a summer day,
helping ourselves to someone’s scuppernongs was part of our ethical culture, but money was different.
“Tell you what,” said Jem. “We’ll keep ‘em till school starts, then go around and ask everybody if they’re theirs.”
“They’re some bus child’s, maybe—he was too taken up with gettin’ outa school today an‘ forgot ’em.”
“These are somebody’s, I know that. See how they’ve been slicked up? They’ve been saved.”
“Yeah, but why should somebody wanta put away chewing gum like that? You know it doesn’t last.”
I don’t know, Scout. But these are important to somebody…” “How’s that, Jem…?
Well, Indian-heads—well, they come from the Indians. They’re real strong magic, they make you have good luck.”
Not like fried chicken when you’re not lookin‘ for it, but things like long life ’n‘ good health,”
’n‘ passin’ six-weeks tests… these are real valuable to somebody. I’m gonna put em in my trunk.”
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