Well maybe it is. Im sure Mr. Radley knows more about his trees than we do.
Atticus left us on the porch. Jem leaned on a pillar, rubbing his shoulders against it.
Do you itch, Jem? I asked as politely as I could. He did not answer. Come on in, Jem, I said.
After while.
He stood there until nightfall, and I waited for him. When we went in the house I saw he had been crying; his face was dirty in the right places, but I thought it odd that I had not heard him.
8
For reasons unfathomable to the most experienced prophets in Maycomb County, autumn turned to winter that year. We had two weeks of the coldest weather since 1885, Atticus said. 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, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves.
Old Mrs. Radley died that winter, but her death caused hardly a ripplethe neighborhood seldom saw her, except when she watered her cannas. Jem and I decided that Boo had got her at last, but when Atticus returned from the Radley house he said she died of natural causes, to our disappointment.
Ask him, Jem whispered.
You ask him, youre the oldest.
Thats why you oughta ask him.
Atticus, I said, did you see Mr. Arthur?
Atticus looked sternly around his newspaper at me: I did not.
Jem restrained me from further questions. He said Atticus was still touchous about us and the Radleys and it wouldnt do to push him any. Jem had a notion that Atticus thought our activities that night last summer were not solely confined to strip poker. Jem had no firm basis for his idea, he said it was merely a twitch.
Next morning I awoke, looked out the window and nearly died of fright. My screams brought Atticus from his bathroom half-shaven.
The worlds endin, Atticus! Please do something! I dragged him to the window and pointed.
No its not, he said. Its snowing.
Jem asked Atticus would it keep up. Jem had never seen snow either, but he knew what it was. Atticus said he didnt know any more about snow than Jem did. I think, though, if its watery like that, itll turn to rain.
The telephone rang and Atticus left the breakfast table to answer it. That was Eula May, he said when he returned. I quoteAs it has not snowed in Maycomb County since 1885, there will be no school today.
Eula May was Maycombs leading telephone operator. She was entrusted with issuing public announcements, wedding invitations, setting off the fire siren, and giving first-aid instructions when Dr. Reynolds was away.
When Atticus finally called us to order and bade us look at our plates instead of out the windows, Jem asked, How do you make a snowman?
I havent the slightest idea, said Atticus. I dont want you all to be disappointed, but I doubt if therell be enough snow for a snowball, even.
Calpurnia came in and said she thought it was sticking. When we ran to the back yard, it was covered with a feeble layer of soggy snow.
We shouldnt walk about in it, said Jem. Look, every step you takes wasting it.
I looked back at my mushy footprints. Jem said if we waited until it snowed some more we could scrape it all up for a snowman. I stuck out my tongue and caught a fat flake. It burned.
Jem, its hot!
No it aint, its so cold it burns. Now dont eat it, Scout, youre wasting it. Let it come down.
But I want to walk in it.
I know what, we can go walk over at Miss Maudies.
Jem hopped across the front yard. I followed in his tracks. When we were on the sidewalk in front of Miss Maudies, Mr. Avery accosted us. He had a pink face and a big stomach below his belt.
See what youve done? he said. Hasnt snowed in Maycomb since Appomattox. Its bad children like you makes the seasons change.
I wondered if Mr. Avery knew how hopefully we had watched last summer for him to repeat his performance, and reflected that if this was our reward, there was something to say for sin. I did not wonder where Mr. Avery gathered his meteorological statistics: they came straight from the Rosetta Stone.
Jem Finch, you Jem Finch!