Atticus had to leave for two weeks for business and so Calpurnia was looking after us. 

Calpurnia took us to Church with her. 

“I don’t want anybody sayin’ I don’t look after my children,” she muttered.  “Mister Jem, you absolutely can’t wear that tie with that suit.  It’s green.”

Calpurnia took us to First Purchase African M.E. Church.  It was called First Purchase because it was paid for from the first earnings  of freed slaves.  Negroes worshipped  in it on Sundays and white men gambled  in it on weekdays.

As we entered the churchyard, the men stepped back and took off their hats and the women crossed their arms at their wrists.  They made a pathway for us.  A woman’s voice came from behind us, “What you up to, Miss Cal?”

“What you want, Lula?” she asked in a tone I had never heard.

“I wants to know why you bringin’ white chillun to a n****r church.”

“They’s my comp’ny,” said Calpurnia.  Again I thought her voice was strange: she was talking like the rest of them.

“Yeah, an’ I reckon you’s comp’ny at the Finch house durin’ the week.”

“Don’t you fret ,” Calpurnia whispered to me and then said to Lula, “Stop right there, n****r.”

Lula stopped and said, “You ain’t got no business bringing’ white chillun here – they got their church, we got our’n.  It is our church, ain’t it, Miss Cal?”