Chapter 26School started, and so did our daily trips past the Radley Place. Jem was in the seventh grade and

Chapter 24Calpurnia wore her stiffest starched apron. She carried a tray of charlotte. She backed up to the swinging door

Chapter 23 “I wish Bob Ewell wouldn’t chew tobacco,” was all Atticus said about it. According to Miss Stephanie Crawford,

Chapter 22It was Jem’s turn to cry. His face was streaked with angry tears as we made our way through

Chapter 21She stopped shyly at the railing and waited to get Judge Taylor’s attention. She was in a fresh apron

Chapter 20“Come on round here, son, I got something that’ll settle your stomach.”As Mr. Dolphus Raymond was an evil man

Chapter 19 Thomas Robinson reached around, ran his fingers under his left arm and lifted it. He guided his arm

Chapter 18 But someone was booming again.“Mayella Violet Ewell—!”A young girl walked to the witness stand. As she raised her

Chapter 17“Jem,” I said, “are those the Ewells sittin‘ down yonder?”“Hush,” said Jem, “Mr. Heck Tate’s testifyin‘.”Mr. Tate had dressed

Chapter 16Jem heard me. He thrust his head around the connecting door. As he came to my bed Atticus’s light

Chapter 15 After many telephone calls, much pleading on behalf of the defendant, and a long forgiving letter from his

Chapter 14 Although we heard no more about the Finch family from Aunt Alexandra, we heard plenty from the town.

Chapter 13 “Put my bag in the front bedroom, Calpurnia,” was the first thing Aunt Alexandra said. “Jean Louise, stop

Chapter 12 Jem was twelve. He was difficult to live with, inconsistent, moody. His appetite was appalling, and he told

Chapter 11 When we were small, Jem and I confined our activities to the southern neighborhood, but when I was

Chapter 10 Atticus was feeble: he was nearly fifty. When Jem and I asked him why he was so old,

Chapter 9 “You can just take that back, boy!”This order, given by me to Cecil Jacobs, was the beginning of

Chapter 8 For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year. We

Jem stayed moody and silent for a week. As Atticus had once advised me to do, I tried to climb

Chapter 6 ‎“Yes,” said our father, ‎when Jem asked him if we could go over and sit by Miss Rachel’s

Chapter 5 My nagging got the better of Jem eventually, as I knew it would, and to my relief we