"Scout, You should really be wearing a dress! Do not do things that require pants. Girls wear dresses!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"He is a Cunningham"
"Aunt Alexandra was fanatical on the subject of my attire. I could not possibly hope to be a lady if I wore breeches; when I said I could do nothing in a dress, she said I wasn't supposed to be doing things that required pants." (Ch 9)
My special knowledge of the Cunningham tribe—one branch, that is—was gained from events of last winter. Walter’s father was one of Atticus’s clients. After a dreary conversation in our living room one night about his entailment,3 before Mr. Cunningham left he said, “Mr. Finch, I don’t know when I’ll ever be able to pay you.”