Post 4 ch 10-12 perspective scout

Scout’s Diary

Dear Diary,

Jem and me have been having a rough week. Everyone is saying terrible things about Atticus, and the entire town seems to hate him now. I think Jem has been taking the fact that Atticus is growing old a little harshly as well. He is much older than our school contemporaries, and he doesn’t work in a drugstore, he doesn’t drive a dump truck for the county, he isn’t the sheriff and he doesn’t farm. He just works in an office. He couldn’t possibly arouse the admiration of anybody. And worse still, he has glasses. He has always said that left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches, but is that any excuse at all? I think Jem was really upset today at the Baptists versus Methodists football game. He watched Cecil Jacob’s Father score touchdown upon touchdown for his team, but Atticus remained at our sides for the entire game.
Nearly two days after the game, Cal came running out the door into the street where Jem and I were playing yelling something about a mad dog. She pushed us into the house and ran for the telephone. She called Atticus at the office, told him to be home soon and bring the sheriff. When the sheriff’s car pulled up the street, Heck Tate stepped out of the car with his rifle in hand. Atticus ran over to us and asked if everyone was alright. Cal said that everyone was inside, and told Atticus to kill that dog! Atticus walked back over to Mr. Tate and I saw him try to hand Atticus the rifle. “How strange!” I thought. Atticus had always said he hated guns, so why would he wield one now? After what seemed like an eternity, Atticus and Mr. Tate stopped arguing and Atticus took aim. With a flash and a bang, the mad dog lay dead in the street. “I saw that, One-Shot Finch!” I turned to see Miss Maudie out on her front porch. Atticus smiled and handed the rifle back to Mr. Tate. They shook hands and Atticus began walking towards us. Jem murmered, “Atticus-“ “What son?” “Nothing.” Atticus turned and walked towards Cal. Jem turned to me and with an amazed look in his eyes, “’d you see him Scout?’d you see him just standin’ there?… ‘n’ all of the sudden he just relaxed all over, an’ he did it so quick, like… I hafta aim for ten minutes ‘fore I can hit somethin’…”
Jem and I no longer doubt that Atticus could arouse any admiration, considering the peril he saved the town from.
Jem and I have taken a fancy to walking in to town. On, Jem’s birthday, we walked down to town with nearly a dollar in our pockets. On our way down, Miss Dubose yelled at us from her front porch. She yelled down at Jem about how Miss Maudie had told her that he was destroying her scuppernong bushes and how she was going to tell Atticus on him. Jem issued a general, polite denial, and Miss Dubose snapped. “Don’t you contradict me Jeremy Finch! Your father defends trash!” Jem froze as Miss Dubose’s shot hit home. She yelled at us to get going, and we walked into town. Jem was in a bad mood, and I could tell. He bought me the baton I wanted, and we bought his model steam locomotive. He sulked along the streets, and when he passed Miss Dubose’s house, he simply went ballistic. I think for a few minutes, he simply went mad as he chopped down every single one of Miss Dubose’s precious camellias. He grabbed my arm as he sprinted down the street towards home.
Later that day, Atticus came in the door and asked Jem if he destroyed Ms. Dubose’s camellias. Jem admitted it. Atticus sent him over to her house to apologize. About an hour later, Jem returned home. He said that Mrs. Dubose would like him to work on her flowers every Saturday and read to her for two hours a day for a month. Jem asked Atticus if he absolutely had to. Atticus said that he must. Jem’s reply of “Yes Sir” was inaudible.
For the next month, Jem and I sat near Mrs. Dubose’s bed reading to her. Every day, her alarm clock would go off, and Jess would shoo us out of the house. Every day, it seemed as though Mrs. Dubose was keeping us there longer and longer. On the final day of our reading, I looked at the clock. 7:30 PM. When we had started reading to Miss Dubose, the clock had rung at 5:30. What a sly old lady. And cantankerous too, she would harass Jem whenever she got bored of all his reading.
Atticus got a call tonight and went over to Miss Dubose’s house. Upon his arrival, he told us that Miss Dubose had died. When I asked what from, Atticus asked us if we hadn’t figured it out yet. Jem replied that we hadn’t. “she was a morphine addict” Atticus told us. He handed Jem the candy box that Miss Dubose had left for him. He unwrapped it, and inside found a perfect, white camellia.