He did not begin to calm down until he had cut the tops off every camellia bush Mrs. Dubose owned, until the ground was littered with green buds and leaves (Lee, 118).
Summary:Jem was furious at Mrs. Dubose for making hurtful comments about Atticus. This anger pushed Jem to use Scout's new baton to destroy Mrs. Dubose's beautiful camellia bushes.
The following Monday afternoon Jem and I climbed the steep front steps to Mrs. Dubose's house and padded down the open hallway (Lee, 121).
Summary:After Jem confessed to Mrs. Dubose that he destroyed her camellia bushes, she requested that he come to her house and read to her every day after school for two hours. Scout accompanied Jem to Mrs. Dubose's house for a whole month as he read to her.
The alarm clock went off and scared us stiff. A minute later, nerves still tingling, Jem and I were on the sidewalk headed for home. We did not run away, Jessie sent us: before the clock wound down she was in the room pushing Jem and me out of it (Lee, 123).
Summary:At the end of the first reading session, Mrs. Dubose had a fit, which worried Jem and Scout. When the alarm clock rang, Jessie sent the kids home because it was time for Mrs. Dubose's medicine.
It suddenly came to me that each day we had been staying a little longer at Mrs. Dubose's, that the alarm clock went off a few minutes late every day, and that she was well into one of her fits by the time it sounded (Lee, 125).
Summary:Mrs. Dubose sneakily began to set the alarm clock a little later everyday, so the kids ended up staying longer than they were supposed to at her house. Mrs. Dubose also got another week out of Jem's reading sessions than she originally planned for.
Summary:Jem and Scout had finally finished their reading sessions with Mrs. Dubose, so they celebrated on their walk home in great joy and triumph.
It was over. We bounded down the sidewalk on a spree of sheer relief, leaping and howling (Lee, 126).
Summary:Atticus informed Jem and Scout that Mrs. Dubose had passed away. Mrs. Dubose had left Jem a beautiful white camellia as a gift before she died.
Jem opened the box. Inside, surrounded by wads of damp cotton, was a white, waxy, perfect camellia. It was a Snow-on-the-Mountain (Lee, 128).