Life resumed as if she had always lived with us.  Aunt Alexandra never missed a chance to point out the shortcomings  of others.  Everyone in Maycomb seemed to have a Strea k:  A Drinking Streak, a Gambling Streak, a Mean Streak, a Funny Streak.  She was also very focused on  who came from what family.  I had received the impression the Fine Folks were people who did the best they could with the sense they had, but Aunt Alexandra was of the opinion that the longer a family had been living on one patch of land the better it was. 

Some afternoons Aunty had the Maycomb ladies over.  “Jean Louise, come speak to these ladies.”

When I came to the doorway, Aunt Alexandra looked like she almost regretted calling me over because I usually was mud-splattered  or dirty.

“Speak to your Cousin Lily,” she said one afternoon, when she had trapped me in the hall.

“Who?” I said.

 “Your Cousin Lily Brooke,” said Aunt Alexandra.

“She our cousin?  I didn’t know that.”

Aunt Alexandra managed to smile to Cousin Lily that conveyed  a gentle apology to her and a firm  disapproval  to me.  I knew I was in for it when Cousin Lily Left.