Always wanted a smaller house, Jem Finch. Gives me more yard. Just think, I’ll have more room for my azaleas now!”
“You ain’t grievin’, Miss Maudie?” I asked, surprised. Atticus said her house was nearly all she had.
“Grieving, child? Why, I hated that old cow barn. Thought of settin’ fire to it a hundred times myself, except they’d lock me up.”
“But—” “Don’t you worry about me, Jean Louise Finch. There are ways of doing things you don’t know about,”
“Why, I’ll build me a little house and take me a couple of roomers and— gracious, I’ll have the finest yard in Alabama.”
Those Bellingraths’ll look plain puny when I get started!”
Jem and I looked at each other. “How’d it catch, Miss Maudie?” he asked.
“I don’t know, Jem. Probably the flue in the kitchen. I kept a fire in there last night for my potted plants.”
“Hear you had some unexpected company last night, Miss Jean Louise.”
“How’d you know?” “Atticus told me on his way to town this morning.”
“Tell you the truth, I’d like to’ve been with you. And I’d’ve had sense enough to turn around, too.”
Miss Maudie puzzled me. With most of her possessions gone and her beloved yard a shambles,
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