That year that Jem broke his arm passed quickly, and soon it was summer and I was reciten the whole story to Dill underneath the Radley Tree .
" But what ever happened to Bob Ewells body," Dill asked of me one summer evening.
"Why, they had a little funereal for him down at their house, buried him right next to the trash dump, so Zeebo says." I gazed down the road in the direction of the Ewell Place. "Heard Mayella and the other six chillun were the only ones there, and not one of them cried," I said.
"Now how you supposed to know none of them cried if nobody but theys was there?" asked Dill.
"That's what all the colored folks said, they could see the funereal from through the trees," I told him.
"Isn't that kinda far off for them to see whether there were tears rollin down their faces or no?" Dill inquired.
"Why I don't know Dill, that's just like Calpurnia tells it." We both fell silent.
"Jean Louise Finch and Charles Baker Harris," called Miss Maudie," come and eat up some of this cake."
Gladly Dill and I loped up to Miss Maudies front door and quickly encumbered ourselves with large pieces of Miss Maudies finest chocolate and coconut cake.
"And where is your third cohort today, not gone with Atticus to the courthouse again is he," Miss Maudie asked.
"Yes mam he is," I replied. "Been down there every day this week."
"Good lord, soon that boy will know more about law than the Chief Justice of The United States Supreme Court."
"A lot about law, but little about life," I replied. "Why he thinks there's only five kinds of people in this world Miss Maudie."
"Hasn't Atticus taught you anything, Jean Louise? Didn't he spend a whole year teaching you that there wasn't different kinds of people, just different kinds of courage?"
"Why mam, what are you talking about? Atticus never taught us nothing about courage," I said.
"Why do you think he let you see Tom Robinsons Trial?" Miss Maudie asked. "How come he made you read to Mrs. Dubose? He was trying to show you the different kinds of bravery that exist in this world, real bravery, not just a man with a gun that can shoot a mad dog. Mrs. Dubose's was bravery of the mind, mentally forcing herself free of her Morphine addiction. Tom Robinson had bravery of the body, getting up on the witness stand and telling his story, telling the truth, when everyone and everything was against him, And Arthur Radley, why that was bravery of the heart that let him save you that night."
"Well what's our kind of bravery?" I asked. "What's the kind of bravery that lets you defend a person even when all hope is lost, that lets you stand up for what's right even when most people think its wrong, what lets a person seek justice when even justice itself is against you?"
Miss Maudie smiled at me. "Why Jean Louise, that's bravery of the soul."