“As we ate, we sensed that this was Miss Maudie's way of saying that as far as she was concerned, nothing had changed. She sat quietly in a kitchen chair, watching us.
Suddenly she spoke: «Don't fret, Jem. Things are never as bad as they seem.»
Indoors, when Miss Maudie wanted to say something lengthy she spread her fingers on her knees and settled her bridgework. This she did, and we waited.
«I simply want to tell you that there are some men in this world who were born to do our unpleasant jobs for us.”