I Do My Best To Love Everybody

Atticus, He Was Real Nice." "most People Are, Scout, When You Finally See Them.

Calpurnia Evidently Remembered A Rainy Sunday When We Were Both Fatherless And Teacherless. Let To Its Own Devices, The Class Tied Eunice Ann Simpson To A Chair And Placed Her In The Furnace Room. We Forgot Her, Trooped Upstairs To Church, And Were Listening Quietly To The Sermon When A Dreadful Banging Issued From The Radiator Pipes, Persisting Until Someone Investigated And Brought Forth Eunice Ann Saying She Didn't Want To Play Shadrach Any More - Jem Finch Said She Wouldn't Get Burnt If She Had Enough Faith, But It Was Hot Down There.

Miss Caroline Seemed Unaware That The Ragged, Denim-shirted And Floursack-skirted First Grade, Most Of Whom Had Chopped Cotton And Fed Hogs From The Time They Were Able To Walk, Were Immune To Imaginative Literature.

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness’ Sake. But Don’t Make A Production Of It. Children Are Children, But They Can Spot An Evasion Quicker Than Adults, And Evasion Simply Muddles ‘em. No... You Had The Right Answer This Afternoon, But The Wrong Reasons. Bad Language Is A Stage All Children Go Through, And It Dies With Time When They Learn They’re Not Attracting Attention With It. Hotheadedness Isn’t.

Are You Proud Of Yourself Tonight That You Have Insulted A Total Stranger Whose Circumstances You Know Nothing About?