Tom, did she ever speak to you?

Why, yes suh, Id tip mhat when Id go by, and one day she asked me to come inside the fence and bust up a chiffarobe for her.

When did she ask you to chop up thethe chiffarobe?

Mr. Finch, it was way last spring. I remember it because it was choppin time and I had my hoe with me. I said I didnt have nothin but this hoe, but she said she had a hatchet. She give me the hatchet and I broke up the chiffarobe. She said, I reckon Ill hafta give you a nickel, wont I? I said, No maam, there aint no charge. Then I went home. Mr. Finch, that was way last spring, way over a year ago.

Did you ever go on the place again?

Yes suh.

When?

Well, I went lots of times.

Judge Taylor instinctively reached for his gavel, but let his hand fall. The murmur below us died without his help.

Under what circumstances?

Please, suh?

Why did you go inside the fence lots of times?

Tom Robinsons forehead relaxed. Shed call me in, suh. Seemed like every time I passed by yonder shed have some little somethin for me to dochoppin kindlin, totin water for her. She watered them red flowers every day

Were you paid for your services?

No suh, not after she offered me a nickel the first time. I was glad to do it, Mr. Ewell didnt seem to help her none, and neither did the chillun, and I knowed she didnt have no nickels to spare.

Where were the other children?

They was always around, all over the place. Theyd watch me work, some of em, some of emd set in the window.

Would Miss Mayella talk to you?

Yes suh, she talked to me.

As Tom Robinson gave his testimony, it came to me that Mayella Ewell must have been the loneliest person in the world. She was even lonelier than Boo Radley, who had not been out of the house in twenty-five years. When Atticus asked had she any friends, she seemed not to know what he meant, then she thought he was making fun of her. She was as sad, I thought, as what Jem called a mixed child: white people wouldnt have anything to do with her because she lived among pigs; Negroes wouldnt have anything to do with her because she was white. She couldnt live like Mr. Dolphus Raymond, who preferred the company of Negroes, because she didnt own a riverbank and she wasnt from a fine old family. Nobody said, Thats just their way, about the Ewells. Maycomb gave them Christmas baskets, welfare money, and the back of its hand. Tom Robinson was probably the only person who was ever decent to her. But she said he took advantage of her, and when she stood up she looked at him as if he were dirt beneath her feet.

Did you ever, Atticus interrupted my meditations, at any time, go on the Ewell propertydid you ever set foot on the Ewell property without an express invitation from one of them?

No suh, Mr. Finch, I never did. I wouldnt do that, suh.

Atticus sometimes said that one way to tell whether a witness was lying or telling the truth was to listen rather than watch: I applied his testTom denied it three times in one breath, but quietly, with no hint of whining in his voice, and I found myself believing him in spite of his protesting too much. He seemed to be a respectable Negro, and a respectable Negro would never go up into somebodys yard of his own volition.

Tom, what happened to you on the evening of November twenty-first of last year?

Below us, the spectators drew a collective breath and leaned forward. Behind us, the Negroes did the same.

Tom was a black-velvet Negro, not shiny, but soft black velvet. The whites of his eyes shone in his face, and when he spoke we saw flashes of his teeth. If he had been whole, he would have been a fine specimen of a man.

Mr. Finch, he said, I was goin home as usual that evenin, an when I passed the Ewell place Miss Mayella were on the porch, like she said she were. It seemed real quiet like, an I didnt quite know why. I was studyin why, just passin by, when she says for me to come there and help her a minute. Well, I went inside the fence an looked around for some kindlin to work on, but I didnt see none, and she says, Naw, I got somethin for you to do in the house. Th old doors off its hinges an falls comin on pretty fast. I said you got a screwdriver, Miss Mayella? She said she sho had. Well, I went up the steps an she motioned me to come inside, and I went in the front room an looked at the door. I said Miss Mayella, this door look all right. I pulled it backn forth and those hinges was all right. Then she shet the door in my face. Mr. Finch, I was wonderin why it was so quiet like, an it come to me that there werent a chile on the place, not a one of em, and I said Miss Mayella, where the chillun?