Quotes About Jean Louise

With her head on his shoulder, Jean Louise was content. It might work after all, she thought. But I am not domestic. I don't even know how to run a cook. What do ladies say to each other when they go visiting? I'd have to wear a hat. I'd drop the babies and kill 'em.

She printed DEMOCRACY in large letters. 'Democracy,' she said. 'Does anybody have a definition?' 'Us,' somebody said. I raised my hand, remembering an old campaign slogan Atticus had once told me about. 'What do you think it means, Jean Louise?' '"Equal rights for all, special privileges for none!",' I quoted.

As he turned to go, Jean Louise called to him. "Uncle Jack," she said. "What does D.V. mean?" Dr. Finch sighed his you-have-no-education-young-woman sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Deo volente. 'God willin',' child. 'God willin'.' A reliable Catholic utterance.

Jean Louise was accustomed to her uncle's brand of intellectual shorthand: it was his custom to state one or two isolated facts, and a conclusion seemingly unsupported thereby. Slowly and surely, if prodded correctly, Dr. Finch would unwind the reel of his strange lore to reveal reasoning that glittered with a private light of its own.

Had Alexandra ever pressed Jean Louise's vulnerable points with awareness, she could have added another scalp to her belt, but after years of tactical study Jean Louise knew her enemy. Although she could rout her, Jean Louise had not yet learned how to repair the enemy's damage.

but after years of tactical study Jean Louise knew her enemy. Although she could rout her, Jean Louise had not yet learned how to repair the enemy's damage.

Mr. O'Hanlon's not prejudiced, Jean Louise. He's a sadist." "Then why did you all let him get up there?" "Because he wanted to." "Sir?" "Oh yes," said her father vaguely. "He goes about addressing citizens' councils all over the state. He asked permission to speak to ours and we gave it to him. I rather think he's paid by some organization in Massachusetts—

She could not comprehend the attitudes of young people these days. Not that they needed understanding—young people were the same in every generation—but this cockiness, this refusal to take seriously the gravest questions of their lives, nettled and irritated her. Jean Louise was about to make the worst mistake of her life, and she glibly quoted those people at her, she mocked her.

The Finch doorbell was a mystical instrument; it was possible to tell the state of mind of whoever pushed it. When it said dee-ding! Jean Louise knew Henry was outside bearing down happily. She hurried to the door.