"Jean Louise, I've had about enough of you this morning." she said. "Your're starting off on the wrong foot in every way, my dear. Hold out your hand."
Catching Walter Cuningham in the school yard gave me some pleasure, but when I was rubbing his nose in the dirt Jem came by and told me to stop.
The silver saucer clattered when he replaced the pitcher, and he quickly put his hands in his lap. Then he ducked his head. Atticus shook his head at me again. “But he’s gone and drowned his dinner in syrup,” I protested. “He’s poured it all over-”