Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's your entailment gettin' along?

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.

Dill?" Mm?" Why do you reckon Boo Radleys never run off?" Dill sighed a long sigh and turned away from me. Maybe he doesn't have anywhere to run off to

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.

As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it - whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, he is trash.

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.

It's not time to worry yet