Mr. Avery boarded across the street from Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose's house. Besides
making change in the collection plate every Sunday, Mr. Avery sat on the porch every night until
nine o'clock and sneezed. One evening we were privileged to witness a performance by him
which seemed to have been his positively last, for he never did it again so long as we watched.
Jem and I were leaving Miss Rachel's front steps one night when Dill stopped us: "Golly, looka
yonder." He pointed across the street. At first we saw nothing but a kudzu-covered front porch,
but a closer inspection revealed an arc of water descending from the leaves and splashing in the
yellow circle of the street light, some ten feet from source to earth, ensuing contest to determine
relative distances and respective prowess only made me feel left out again, as I was untalented in
this area.