«Роман-газета», 1964 №4(304). Убить пересмешника

Может быть, если бы мы не давали им столько поводов для разговора, они бы и не разговаривали.

— Дилл…
— М-м?
— Как по-твоему, отчего Страшила Рэдли не сбежал из дому?
Дилл протяжно вздохнул и повернулся на бок. И сказал через плечо:
— Может, ему некуда бежать…

North Alabama was full of Liquor Interests, Big Mules, steel companies, Republicans, professors, and other persons of no background.

He had asked me earlier in the summer to marry him, then he promptly forgot about it. He staked me out, marked as his property, said I was the only girl he would ever love, then he neglected me. I beat him up twice but it did no good, he only grew closer to Jem.

Dr. Buford’s profession was medicine and his obsession was anything that grew in the ground, so he stayed poor. Uncle Jack Finch confined his passion for digging to his window boxes in Nashville and stayed rich.

Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry, who left home as soon as was humanly possible, married, and produced Francis.

Dill’s new father had a pleasant face, which made me glad Dill had captured him.

In addition to Jem’s newly developed characteristics, he had acquired a maddening air of wisdom.

Maycomb’s proportion of professional people ran high: one went there to have his teeth pulled, his wagon fixed, his heart listened to, his money deposited, his soul saved, his mules vetted.

Scout, you’ll get in trouble if you go around saying things like that. You want to grow up to be a lady, don’t you?”

I said not particularly.