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.Sunday, March 1, 2009 ' 5:37 AM

After all that starin' at the Radley Place, I finally got some action today. Sure, it was Jem who did the deed, but that don't really matter, right?

Anyway, I dared Jem to make Boo Radley come out. Betted against him, that I did. Didn't take long for him to give in. Reckon the last straw was that one 'bout him an' his folks being scaredycats. That did him in, alright.

Of course, he protested some ; says he's got his little sister to think of. Pfft. Yeah right. Even Scout looked like she didn't believe a word of what he was sayin'.

After somemore tauntin', he finally gave in. Says he needed to think, that it was sort of like making a turtle come out. Says he'd strike a match under a turtle to make the creature come out. I told him it was hateful an' he said that ain't hateful, 's not like you'd chunk him in the fire. I shot him back, and after some quarrelin' and him changin' the subject, I let him win. Huh. Never did reckon a friend of mine could be so insensitive. I oughta have taught him a lesson...

After that little event, Jem took so long to 'think' that I finally got tired at his pathetic attempt at delayin' his dare. Told him that all he's gotta do is run up and touch the house, an' I'd swap him The Grey Ghost and won't say that he ran out on a dare. Said that Scout'n' me'll jump on Boo Radley when he came out, hold him down till we can tell him we ain't gonna hurt him.

Still, even after that glorious offer, Jem hesistated. He would've continuted pacin' 'bout the place if dear Scout hadn't sneered at him. Openly. Lord, I love that girl. At that, Jem threw open the gate, did his dare (at last), an' ran back past us as speedy as a hare, not once lookin' back.

Now here comes the excitin' part. After runnin' to safety and recoverin' from our run, we looked back, an' saw a tiny change in the house. An inside shutter moved. Flick. An almost invisible movement, but it's an accomplishment for now.

'Cause of the previously mentioned an' unecessarily prolonged ordeal, I've finally gotten a hint of Boo Radley. It's a small one, but it's a hint no less. Pity summer's gonna end soon, I'd have loved to try our luck once more on the 'Radley Case'. But then again, Jem's probably too traumatized by the recent incident to have the guts to do anythin' concernin' the Radley Place again. Reckon I'd have to rely on Scout. I'm sure she's not as big a scaredycat as her big brother. Though, that'd have to wait till next summer.







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Name's Charles Baker Harris. Folks call me Dill though. Friends with Jem and Scout ; spend all of summer with 'em. Currently interested in the Radley Place. An' Scout, of course. Goin' on seven, and I can read. Same thing goes for Jem an' Scout. Guess birds of a feather do flock together.

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