“Don’t you fret too much over Mister Jem—” she began. “Mis-ter Jem?” “Yeah, he’s just about Mister Jem now.” “He ain’t that old,” I said. “All he needs is somebody to beat him up, and I ain’t big enough.” “Baby,” said Calpurnia, “I just can’t help it if Mister Jem’s growin’ up. He’s gonna want to be off to himself a lot now, doin’ whatever boys do, so you just come right on in the kitchen when you feel lonesome. We’ll find lots of things to do in here.”
