Maycomb County had experienced two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885.
The world's endin', Atticus! Please do something!
No it's not, it's snowing.
Jem scooped up some snow and began plastering it on. A stick of stovewood completed the picture. Jem stepped back and viewed his creation.
It's lovely, Jem, looks like he'd talk to you.
It is, ain't it?
Before I went to sleep Atticus put more coal on the fire in my room. Minutes later, it seemed, I was awakened by someone shaking me. Soft taffeta-like sounds and muffled scurrying sounds filled me with helpless dread.
At the front door, we saw fire spewing from Miss Maudie's dining-room windows.
Only thing I worried about last night was all the danger and commotion it caused.
The next day Calpurnia woke us a noon. We found Miss Maudie in her backyard, gazing at her frozen charred azaleas.