Again, As I Had Often Met It

Whatever She Says To You, It’s Your Job Not To Let Her Make You Mad.

Hey, Mr. Cunningham. How's Your Entailment Gettin' Along?

Don’t Talk Like That, Dill,” Said Aunt Alexandra. “it’s Not Becoming To A Child. It’s – Cynical.” “i Ain’t Cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ The Truth’s Not Cynical, Is It?” “the Way You Tell It, It Is.

Neighbors Bring Food With Death And Flowers With Sickness And Little Things In Between. Boo Was Our Neighbor. He Gave Us Two Soap Dolls, A Broken Watch And Chain, A Pair Of Good-luck Pennies, And Our Lives. But Neighbors Give In Return. We Never Put Back Into The Tree What We Took Out Of It: We Had Given Him Nothing, And It Made Me Sad.

When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother Jem Got His Arm Badly Broken At The Elbow.