“‘Scout,’ he said, ‘Mr. Ewell fell on his knife. Can you possibly understand?’
Atticus looked like he needed cheering up. I ran to him and hugged him and kissed him with all my might. ‘Yes sir, I understand,’ I reassured him. ‘Mr. Tate was right.’
Atticus disengaged himself and looked at me. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Well, it’d sort of be like shootin’ a mockingbird, wouldn’t it?’”
“He turned out the light and went into Jem’s room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.”