For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year... Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobeyed their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other, the seasons would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature...
No it’s not... It's snowing
The world’s endin‘, Atticus! Please do something—!
At the front door, we saw fire spewing from Miss Maudie’s diningroom windows. As if to confirm what we saw, the town fire siren wailed up the scale to a treble pitch and remained there, screaming.
Boo Radley. You were so busy looking at the fire you didn’t know it when he put the blanket around you.