“Put on your coat,” said Atticus dreamily, so I didn’t hear him. Francis sat beside me on the back steps.
“That was the best yet,” I said. “Grandma’s a wonderful cook,” said Francis. “She’s gonna teach me how.”
“Boys don’t cook.” I giggled at the thought of Jem in an apron.
“Grandma says all men should learn to cook, that men oughta be careful with their wives and wait on ‘em when they don’t feel good,” said my cousin.
I don’t want Dill waitin‘ on me,” I said. “I’d rather wait on him.“Dill?”
“Yeah. Don’t say anything about it yet, but we’re gonna get married as soon as we’re big enough. He asked me last summer.
Francis hooted. “What’s the matter with him?” I asked. “Ain’t anything the matter with him.”
You mean that little runt Grandma says stays with Miss Rachel every summer?“That’s exactly who I mean.”
“I know all about him,” said Francis. “What about him?” “Grandma says he hasn’t got a home—”
“Has too, he lives in Meridian.” “—he just gets passed around from relative to relative, and Miss Rachel keeps him every summer.”
“Francis, that’s not so!” Francis grinned at me. “You’re mighty dumb sometimes, Jean Louise. Guess you don’t know any better, though.”
“What do you mean?” “If Uncle Atticus lets you run around with stray dogs, that’s his own business, like Grandma says, so it ain’t your fault.
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