Neighbors bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives. But neighbors give in return. We never put back into the tree what we took out of it: we had given him nothing, and it made me sad.
Harper LeeDonโt talk like that, Dill,โ said Aunt Alexandra. โItโs not becoming to a child. Itโs โ cynical.โ โI ainโt cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellinโ the truthโs not cynical, is it?โ โThe way you tell it, it is.
Harper Lee