Don't you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say good afternoon, Mrs. Dubose
Countless evenings Atticus would find Jem furious at something Mrs. Dubose had said
Easy does it, son, She's an old lady and she's ill. You just hold your head high and be a gentleman. Whatever she says to you, it's your job not to let her make you mad
Good Evening, Mrs. Dubose! You look like a picture this evening.
The day after Jem's twelfth birthday his money was burning up his pockets, so we headed for town in the early afternoon. Jem thought he had enough to buy a miniature steam engine for himself and a twirling baton for me. I had long had my eye on that baton... and I thought it generous of Jem to buy one for me