Passage from To Kill a Mockingbird
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the Radley place was inhabited by an unknown entity. The mere description of whom was enough to make us behave for days. Own end. Mr. Boz was playing hail. That was the summer deal came to us early one morning as we were beginning our day's play in the backyard. Jim and I heard something next door. Miss Rachel Haverford is collard patch. We went to the wire fence to see if there was a puppy Ms Rachels rat terrier was expecting. Instead, we found someone sitting, looking at us sitting down. He wasn't much higher than the collards, and we stared at him until he spoke. Hey, hey yourself, said Jim Pleasantly. I'm Charles Baker Harris, he said. I can read. So what? I said, I just thought you'd like to know. I can read. You got anything they'd read and I can do it. How old are you? Asked Jim. 4.5 going on seven Shoot. No wonder then, said Jim Jerkiness. Summit may scout. Younger's been reading ever since she was born, and she ain't even started to school yet. You look right puny for going on seven. I'm little, but I'm old, he said. Jim brushed his hair back to get a better look. Why don't you come over Charles Baker Harris, he said. Lord, what a name. It's not funny or in yours. And Rachel says, Your name's Jeremy. Atticus Finch, Jim Scout. I'm big enough to fit, man, he said. Your name's longer and you are, but it's a foot longer, folks. Calm a deal, said Dale. Struggling under the fence. Do better if you go over instead of under it. I said, Where'd you come from? Do was from Merida, Mississippi, was spending the summer with his aunt, Miss Rachel, and would be spending every summer and make him from now on. His family was from Macon County. Originally, his mother works for a photographer in Meridian, had entered his picture in the Beautiful Child contest and won $5. She gave the money to Deal, who went to the picture show 20 times. On it. Don't have any picture shows here except Jesus. Ones in the courthouse sometimes, said Jim, ever see anything? Good deal had seen Dracula, a revelation that move Jim toe. I him with the beginning of respect, tell it to us, he said. Deal was a curiosity. He wore blue linen shorts that button to a shirt, his hair with snow white and stuck to his head like duck fluff. He was a year my senior, but I towered over him as he told us the old tale. His blue eyes would lighten and darken. His laugh was sudden and happy. He habitually pulled out a cowlick in the center of his forehead when deal reduced Dracula to dust. And Jim said the show sounded better than the book. I asked. Still, where his father was. You ain't said nothing about him. I haven't got one. Is he Dad? No. Then if he's not dead, you've got one, haven't you?