I Wonder How Much Of The Day

I Could Think Of Nothing Else To Say To Her. In Fact I Could Never Think Of Anything To Say To Her, And I Sat Thinking Of Past Painful Conversations Between Us: How Are You, Jean Louise? Fine, Thank You Ma'am, How Are You? Very Well, Thank You; What Have You Been Doing With Yourself? Nothin'. Don't You Do Anything? Nome. Certainly You Have Friends? Yessum. Well What Do You All Do? Nothin'.

I Was Not So Sure, But Jem Told Me I Was Being A Girl, That Girls Always Imagined Things, That’s Why Other People Hated Them So, And If I Started Behaving Like One I Could Just Go Off And Find Some To Play With.

Atticus Had Said It Was The Polite Thing To Talk To People About What They Were Interested In, Not About What You Were Interested In.

Ladies In Bunches Always Filled Me With Vague Apprehension And A Firm Desire To Be Elsewhere.

We’re So Rarely Called On To Be Christians, But When We Are, We’ve Got Men Like Atticus To Go For Us.