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"
Read
’
n
’
write
good
as
Papa
yonder
.
"
Mayella
sounded
like
a
Mr
.
Jingle
in
a
book
I
had
been
reading
.
"
How
long
did
you
go
to
school
?
"
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"
Two
year
—
three
year
—
dunno
.
"
Slowly
but
surely
I
began
to
see
the
pattern
of
Atticus
’
s
questions
:
from
questions
that
Mr
.
Gilmer
did
not
deem
sufficiently
irrelevant
or
immaterial
to
object
to
,
Atticus
was
quietly
building
up
before
the
jury
a
picture
of
the
Ewells
’
home
life
.
The
jury
learned
the
following
things
:
their
relief
check
was
far
from
enough
to
feed
the
family
,
and
there
was
strong
suspicion
that
Papa
drank
it
up
anyway
-
he
sometimes
went
off
in
the
swamp
for
days
and
came
home
sick
;
the
weather
was
seldom
cold
enough
to
require
shoes
,
but
when
it
was
,
you
could
make
dandy
ones
from
strips
of
old
tires
;
the
family
hauled
its
water
in
buckets
from
a
spring
that
ran
out
at
one
end
of
the
dump
—
they
kept
the
surrounding
area
clear
of
trash
—
and
it
was
everybody
for
himself
as
far
as
keeping
clean
went
:
if
you
wanted
to
wash
you
hauled
your
own
water
;
the
younger
children
had
perpetual
colds
and
suffered
from
chronic
ground
-
itch
;
there
was
a
lady
who
came
around
sometimes
and
asked
Mayella
why
she
didn
’
t
stay
in
school
-
she
wrote
down
the
answer
;
with
two
members
of
the
family
reading
and
writing
,
there
was
no
need
for
the
rest
of
them
to
learn
—
Papa
needed
them
at
home
.
"
Miss
Mayella
,
"
said
Atticus
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
"
a
nineteen
-
year
-
old
girl
like
you
must
have
friends
.
Who
are
your
friends
?
"
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The
witness
frowned
as
if
puzzled
.
"
Friends
?
"
"
Yes
,
don
’
t
you
know
anyone
near
your
age
,
or
older
,
or
younger
?
Boys
and
girls
?
Just
ordinary
friends
?
"
Mayella
’
s
hostility
,
which
had
subsided
to
grudging
neutrality
,
flared
again
.
"
You
makin
’
fun
o
’
me
agin
,
Mr
.
Finch
?
"