“Mr. Finch? Why, he can do lots of things.” “Like what?” I asked. Calpurnia scratched her head. “Well, I don’t rightly know,” she said. Jem underlined it when he asked Atticus if he was going out for the Methodists and Atticus said he’d break his neck if he did, he was just too old for that sort of thing. The Methodists were trying to pay off their church mortgage, and had challenged the Baptists to a game of touch football. Everybody in town’s father was playing, it seemed, except Atticus.
