Ma'am Alexandra's here. And if I thought I kept a hawk's eye on the kids, I was wrong. The way Ma'am watches me, analyzes my every move. I feel her eyes on me whenever I 'm around her. It's like I'm some sort of bomb waiting to explode, and if I did, she'd jump up and shout "I TOLD YOU SO!" to everyone who bothered listening. Of course, there'd be quite a few, she was very well received by everyone. The house has been the venue for her little "Tea Parties". She refuses to let me make anything for them, and I let her provide for them. Hey, I offered help, she declined. Less work for me. Poor Scout, she has to put up with her little gang.
Well, I suppose it's for the best for Scout. Maybe she'll get more ladylike. As long as Sir approves of it.
~In Atticus, I trust.