We were sitting by Miss. Rachels pond with Dill and he stretched his arm and said.
Where to Dill?
I know what, let’s go for a walk.
Jem: Okay. You don't have to come along Angel May. You don't have to go remember-
Dill pointed south. I protested, but Jem and Dill tried to convince me.
Scout, we ain’t gonna do anything, we’re just goin‘ to the street light and back.
Dill and Jem were simply going to peep in the window with the loose shutter to see if they could get a look at Boo Radley, and if I didn’t want to go with them I could go straight home and keep my fat flopping mouth shut, that was all.
What are you gonna do
Okay,Why don’t you go on home, Scout?
Scout, I’m tellin‘ you for the last time, shut your trap or go home—I declare to the Lord you’re gettin’ more like a girl every day!
And with that, I now had to go.
We can’t get out of here so easy.
Spit on it.
Sh-h. Spit on it, Scout.
Don’t make a sound, don’t get in a row of collards whatever you do, they’ll wake the dead.
We spat ourselves dry and then Jem opened the gate to the back of the Radley house. We then held Dill up to the window.
Hurry! We can't hold you much longer.
Nothing. Curtains. There’s a little teeny light way off somewhere, though.
What do you see?
Let’s get away from here, let’s go ‘round in back again.