“Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lighting, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.”

“Atticus tried to stifle a smile but didn’t make it. ‘No, we don’t have mobs and that nonsense in Maycomb. I’ve never heard of a gang in Maycomb.’”

  

“‘Well, Atticus, I was just sayin’ to Mr. Cunningham that entailments are bad an’ all that, but you said not to worry, it take a long time sometimes… that you all’d ride it out together…’ I was slowly drying up, wondering what idiocy I had committed. Entailments seemed all right enough for livingroom talk.”

“‘H-ey, Atticus!’ I thought he would have a fine surprise, but his face killed my joy. A flash of plain fear was going out of his eyes, but returned when Dill and Jem wriggled into the light.”