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Boo Radley
Dear Mr. Arthur, Please come out and sit a spell with us. We'd like to know what you do in that house of yours. We won't hurtchu none, promise. We'll even buy you an ice cream. Yours Very Truley, Jem Finch and Dill Harris
'As we drank our cocoa I noticed Atticus looking at me, first with curiosity, then with sternness. "I thought I told you and Jem to stay put," he said. "Why, we did. We stayed-" "Then whose blanket is that?" "Blanket?" "Yes ma'am, blanket. It isn't ours." I looked down and found myself clutching a brown woolen blanket I was wearing around my shoulders, squaw-fashion. "Atticus, I don't know, sir...I-" I turned to Jem for an answer, but Jem was even more bewildered than I. He said he didn't know how it got there, we did exactly as Atticus had told us, we stood down by the Radley gate away from everybody, we didn't move an inch- Jem stopped. "Mr. Nathan was at the fire," he babbled, "I saw him, I saw him, he was tuggin' that mattress- Atticus, I swear..." "That's all right, son." Atticus grinned slowly. "Looks like all of Maycomb was out tonight, in one way or another. Jem, there's some wrapping paper in the pantry, I think. Go get it and we'll-" "Atticus, no sir!" Jem seemed to have lost his mind. He began puring out our secrets right and left in total disregard for my safety, if not for his own, omitting nothing, knot-hole, pants and all. "...Mr. Nathan put cement in that tree, Atticus, an' he did it to stop us findin' things- he's crazy, I recon, like they say, but Atticus, I swear to God he ain't ever harmed us, he ain't ever hurt us, Atticus-" Atticus said, "Whoa, son," so gently that I was greatly heartened. It was obvious that he had not followed a word JEm said, for all Atticus said was, "You're right. We'd better keep this and the blanket to ourselves. Someday, maybe, Scout can thank him for covering her up." "Thank who?" I asked. "Boo Radley. You were so busy looking at the fire you didn't lnow it when he put the blanket around you."' (pgs. 71-72)
CHRISTINA CIANCIO - PERIOD 2B
