When Atticus came home to dinner he found me crouched down aiming across the street. "What are you shooting at?"
"Miss Maudie's rear end."
Atticus turned and saw my generous target bending over her bushes. He pushed his hat to the back of his head and crossed the street. "Maudie," he called, "I thought I'd better warn you. You're in considerable peril."
Miss Maudie straightened up and looked toward me. She said,"Atticus, you are a devil from hell.