Katherine

“Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lillies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep at taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of a gray house with sad brown doors.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird