“Rolls,” said Calpurnia. “Estelle down at the hotel sent ‘em.”
Atticus looked up at her, puzzled, and she said, “You better step out here and see what’s in the kitchen, Mr. Finch.”
We followed him. The kitchen table was loaded with enough food to bury the family:
hunks of salt pork, tomatoes, beans, even scuppernongs. Atticus grinned when he found a jar of pickled pigs’ knuckles.
“Reckon Aunty’ll let me eat these in the diningroom?”
Calpurnia said, “This was all ‘round the back steps when I got here this morning.
They—they ’preciate what you did, Mr. Finch. They—they aren’t oversteppin’ themselves, are they?”
Atticus’s eyes filled with tears. He did not speak for a moment.
“Tell them I’m very grateful,” he said. “Tell them—tell them they must never do this again. Times are too hard…”
He left the kitchen, went in the diningroom and excused himself to Aunt Alexandra, put on his hat and went to town.
We heard Dill’s step in the hall, so Calpurnia left Atticus’s uneaten breakfast on the table.
Between rabbit-bites Dill told us of Miss Rachel’s reaction to last night, which was:
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