Two live oaks stood at the edge of the Radley lot; their roots reached out into the sideroad and made it bumpy. Something about one of the trees attracted my attention. Some tinfoil was sticking in a knot-hole just above my eye level, winking at me in theafternoon sun. I stood on tiptoe, hastily looked around once more, reached into the hole,and withdrew two pieces of chewing gum minus their outer wrappers.
“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to even touch the trees over there? You’ll get killed if you do!”
“That was different! You go gargle—right now, you hear me?”
“You don’t ‘n’ I’ll tell Calpurnia on you!”
Rather than risk a tangle with Calpurnia, I did as Jem told me.
“Ain’t neither, it’ll take the taste outa my mouth.”