summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

You can pet him, Mr. Arthur. He's asleep.

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets -

They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

See there?" Jem was scowling triumphantly. "Nothin' to it. I swear, Scout, sometimes you act so much like a girl its mortifyin

Are you proud of yourself tonight that you have insulted a total stranger whose circumstances you know nothing about?