Yeah, that's all," said Dill. "He'll probably come out after you when he sees you in the yard, then Scout'n' me'll jump on him and hold him down till we can tell him we ain't gonna hurt him.
Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry.
Everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowing.
Things are never as bad as they seem.
When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.
Again, as I had often met it in my own church, I was confronted with the Impurity of Women doctrine that seemed to preoccupy all clergymen.