Miss Caroline smiled, blew her nose, said, "Thank you, darlings," dispersed us, opened a book and mystified the first grade with a long narrative about a toadfrog that lived in a hall. When I passed the Radley Place for the fourth time that day-twice at a full gallop-my gloom had deepened to match the house. If the remainder of the school year were as fraught with drama as the first day, perhaps it would be mildly entertaining, but the prospect of spending nine months refraining from reading and writing made me think of running away.
By late afternoon most of my traveling plans were complete; when Jem and I raced each other up the sidewalk to meet Atticus coming home from work, I didn't give him much of a race. It was our habit to run meet Atticus the moment we saw him round the post office corner in the distance.
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Atticus seemed to have forgotten my noontime fall from grace; he was full of questions about school. My replies were monosyllabic and he did not press me. Perhaps Calpurnia sensed that my day had been a grim one: she let me watch her fix supper. It was not often that she made crackling bread, she said she never had time, but with both of us at school today had been an easy one for her.
She knew I loved crackling bread. Alrededor de las dos la casa estaba tan solitaria que he tenido que poner la radio Jem'n me ain't ever in the house unless it's rainin'. Jem y yo nunca estamos en casa, a menos que llueva. I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you. Well," she said, getting up from the kitchen chair, "it's enough time to make a pan of cracklin' bread, I reckon.
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You run along now and let me get supper on the table. Calpurnia bent down and kissed me. I ran along, wondering what had come over her. She had wanted to make up with me, that was it. She had always been too hard on me, she had at last seen the error of her fractious ways, she was sorry and too stubborn to say so.
I was weary from the day's crimes.
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Siempre fue demasiado dura conmigo. Al fin habla visto el error de su proceder pendenciero, y lo lamentaba, pero era demasiado obstinada para confesarlo. After supper, Atticus sat down with the paper and called, "Scout, ready to read? Atticus followed me. I told Atticus I didn't feel very well and didn't think I'd go to school any more if it was all right with him.
Atticus sat down in the swing and crossed his legs. His fingers wandered to his watch pocket; he said that was the only way he could think. He waited in amiable silence, and I sought to reinforce my position: "You never went to school and you do all right, so I'll just stay home too. You can teach me like Granddaddy taught you V Uncle Jack. Besides, they'd put me in jail if I kept you at home-dose of magnesia for you tonight and school tomorrow.
Now what's the matter? Bit by bit, I told him the day's misfortunes. Please don't send me back, please sir. Atticus stood up and walked to the end of the porch. When he completed his examination of the wisteria vine he strolled back to me. Atticus se puso en pie y anduvo hasta el extremo del porche. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-" "Sir?
Uno no comprende de veras a una persona hasta que considera las cosas desde su punto de vista Attieus said I had learned many things today, and Miss Caroline had learned several things herself. She had learned not to hand something to a Cunningham, for one thing, but if Walter and I had put ourselves in her shoes we'd have seen it was an honest mistake on her part.
We could not expect her to learn all Maycomb's ways in one day, and we could not hold her responsible when she knew no better. He just goes to school the first day. The truant lady reckons she's carried out the law when she gets his name on the roll-". La encargada de la asistencia da por cumplida la ley habiendo inscrito su nombre en la lista In your case, the law remains rigid.
So to school you must go. A veces, en casos especiales, es mejor doblar un poco la vara de la ley. Atticus said the Ewells had been the disgrace of Maycomb for three generations. None of them had done an honest day's work in his recollection. He said that some Christmas, when he was getting rid of the tree, he would take me with him and show me where and how they lived. They were people, but they lived like animals. No recordaba que ninguno de ellos hubiese hecho una jornada de trabajo honrado. Hay medios para retenerlos en la escuela por la fuerza, pero es una necedad obligar a gente como los Ewell a un ambiente nuevo You must obey the law.
In certain circumstances the common folk judiciously allowed them certain privileges by the simple method of becoming blind to some of the Ewells' activities. They didn't have to go to school, for one thing.
Another thing, Mr. Bob Ewell, Burris's father, was permitted to hunt and trap out of season. Debes obedecer la ley. Dijo luego que los Ewell eran miembros de una sociedad cerrada, formada por los Ewell. Por ejemplo, no estaban obligados a ir a la escuela. In Maycomb County, hunting out of season was a misdemeanor at law, a capital felony in the eyes of the populace.
I don't know of any landowner around here who begrudges those children any game their father can hit. Ewell shouldn't do that-". Are you going to take out your disapproval on his children? When Atticus looked down at me I saw the expression on his face that always made me expect something. It works this way," he said. Is it a bargain? Es como sigue-dijo—. Si reconoces la necesidad de ir a la escuela, seguiremos leyendo todas las noches como lo hemos hecho siempre.
As I opened the front screen door Atticus said, "By the way, Scout, you'd better not say anything at school about our agreement. Jem and I were accustomed to our father's last-will and-testament diction, and we were at all times free to interrupt Atticus for a translation when it was beyond our understanding. Atticus kept us in fits that evening, gravely reading columns of print about a man who sat on a flagpole for no discernible reason, which was reason enough for Jem to spend the following Saturday aloft in the treehouse.
Jem sat from after breakfast until sunset and would have remained overnight had not Atticus severed his supply lines. I had spent most of the day climbing up and down, running errands for him, providing him with literature, nourishment and water, and was carrying him blankets for the night when Atticus said if I paid no attention to him, Jem would come down. Atticus was right. Chapter 4. The remainder of my school days were no more auspicious than the first.
Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were expended by the State of Alabama in its well-meaning but fruitless efforts to teach me Group Dynamics. What Jem called the Dewey Decimal System was school-wide by the end of my first year, so I had no chance to compare it with other teaching techniques. I could only look around me: Atticus and my uncle, who went to school at home, knew everything-at least, what one didn't know the other did.
Furthermore, I couldn't help noticing that my father had served for years in the state legislature, elected each time without opposition, innocent of the adjustments my teachers thought essential to the development of Good Citizenship. Jem, educated on a half-Decimal half - Duncecap basis, seemed to function effectively alone or in a group, but Jem was a poor example: no tutorial system devised by man could have stopped him from getting at books.
As for me, I knew nothing except what I gathered from Time magazine and reading everything I could lay hands on at home, but as I inched sluggishly along the treadmill of the Maycomb County school system, I could not help receiving the impression that I was being cheated out of something. Out of what I knew not, yet I did not believe that twelve years of unrelieved boredom was exactly what the state had in mind for me. As the year passed, released from school thirty minutes before Jem, who had to stay until three o'clock, I ran by the Radley Place as fast as I could, not stopping until I reached the safety of our front porch.
One afternoon as I raced by, something caught my eye and caught it in such a way that I took a deep breath, a long look around, and went back. Two live oaks stood at the edge of the Radley lot; their roots reached out into the side-road and made it bumpy. Something about one of the trees attracted my attention. Some tinfoil was sticking in a knot-hole just above my eye level, winking at me in the afternoon sun.
I stood on tiptoe, hastily looked around once more, reached into the hole, and withdrew two pieces of chewing gum minus their outer wrappers. My first impulse was to get it into my mouth as quickly as possible, but I remembered where I was. I ran home, and on our front porch I examined my loot.
The gum looked fresh. I sniffed it and it smelled all right. I licked it and waited for a while.