Its about the first part of to kill a mocking bird
The Radley Place jutted into a sharp curve beyond our house. Walking south, one faced its porch, the sidewalk turned and ran beside the lot. The house was low, once white with a deep front porch and green shutters, but had long ago darkened to the color of the slate gray yard around it. Rain rotted shingles drooped over the eaves of the veranda; oak trees kept the sun away. The remains of a picket drunkenly guarded the front yard - a 'swept' yard that was never swept- where johnson grass and rabbit-tobacco grew in abundance.
"Now you tell your father not to teach your anymore. Its best to begin reading with a fresh mind. You tell him i'll take over from here and try to undo the damage." "Your father doesn't know how to teach. You can have a seat now."
Catching Walter Cunningham in the schoolyard gave me some pleasure, but when i was rubbing his nose in the dirt Jem came by and told me to stop.
" He's as old as you, nearly," "He made me start out on the wrong foot." "He didn't have a lunch."
" Your bigger than he is." " Let him go, Scout."
"He's gone lopsided", said Jem. Calpurnia stared, then grabbed us the shoulders and ran home. She shut the wood door behind us, wne to the telephone and shouted, " Gimme Mr. Finch's office!" "Mr. Finch!" She shouted. "This is cal. I swear to god theres a mad dog down the street a piece- he's coming this way."
He did not 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. He bent my baton against his knee, snapped it in tow and threw it down. By that time i was shrieking. Jem yanked my hair, said he didn't care, he'd do it again if he got the chance, and if i didn't shut up and he kicked me. I lost my balance and fell on my face. Jem picked me up roughly but looked like he was sorry.
"A lady?" Jem raised his head. His face was scarlet. " After all those things she said about you, a lady?" "She was. She had her own view about things, a lot different from mine, maybe.... son, I told you that if you hadn't lost your head I'd have made you go read to her. I wanted you to see something about her- I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand." "According to her views, she died beholding to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person i ever knew. "
In a Fog, Jem and i watched our father take the gun and walk out into the middle of the street. He walked quickly, but i thought he moved like an underwater swimmer. He didnt know what hit him. Mr. Tate jumped of the porch and ran to the Radley Place. He stopped in front of the dog, squatted, turned around and tapped his finger of his forhead right above his left eye. "You were a little to the right, Mr. Finch."