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This
modest
accomplishment
served
to
make
me
even
more
ashamed
of
him
.
"
Well
.
.
.
"
she
said
.
"
Well
,
what
,
Miss
Maudie
?
"
"
Well
nothing
.
Nothing
—
it
seems
with
all
that
you
’
d
be
proud
of
him
.
Can
’
t
everybody
play
a
Jew
’
s
Harp
.
Now
keep
out
of
the
way
of
the
carpenters
.
You
’
d
better
go
home
,
I
’
ll
be
in
my
azaleas
and
can
’
t
watch
you
.
Plank
might
hit
you
.
"
I
went
to
the
back
yard
and
found
Jem
plugging
away
at
a
tin
can
,
which
seemed
stupid
with
all
the
bluejays
around
.
I
returned
to
the
front
yard
and
busied
myself
for
two
hours
erecting
a
complicated
works
at
the
side
of
the
porch
,
consisting
of
a
tire
,
an
orange
crate
,
the
laundry
hamper
,
the
porch
chairs
,
and
a
small
U
.
S
.
flag
Jem
gave
me
from
a
popcorn
box
.
When
Atticus
came
home
to
dinner
he
found
me
crouched
down
aiming
across
the
street
.
"
What
are
you
shooting
at
?
"
"
Miss
Maudie
’
s
rear
end
.
"
Atticus
turned
and
saw
my
generous
target
bending
over
her
bushes
.
He
pushed
his
hat
to
the
back
of
his
head
and
crossed
the
street
.
"
Maudie
,
"
he
called
,
"
I
thought
I
’
d
better
warn
you
.
You
’
re
in
considerable
peril
.
"
Miss
Maudie
straightened
up
and
looked
toward
me
.
She
said
,
"
Atticus
,
you
are
a
devil
from
hell
.
"
