Page 265 Dill said Calpurnia and Atticus lifted Helen to her feet and half carried, half walked her to the cabin. They stayed inside a long time, and Atticus came out alone. When they drove back by the dump, some of the Ewells hollered at them, but Dill didn’t catch what they said.
However, he did catch some of what Atticus had said to Mrs Robinson in her cabin and it made my heart fill with pride.
Dill continued, ‘Jem and I were in the car when your father went to tell Mrs Robinson about Tom’s death. I was bored, so I started playing with Sam and the other children in the front yard. I heard something strange that I want to tell you.’
My eyes opened wide, ‘What did you hear, Dill?’
‘At first, it was just Atticus talking as Mrs Robinson …show more content…
Dill shook his head, ‘No, Mrs Robinson said that every Negro in the county respected him for believing Tom. He was the only white man, except for Mr Deas, who had treated her husband like the good man he was.”
I nodded in agreement as I knew that my father was a fair man.

Next, Dill gestured for me to come closer so he could whisper in my ear. I wondered what he had heard that was so shocking that he had to tell me secretly. It was hard to have secrets in Maycomb when people were so nosy, especially Miss Stephanie. Dill was so close that I could smell the pickles on his breath that he had eaten for lunch.
He whispered, ‘Mrs Robinson wanted to throw herself into the swamp.’
Puzzled, I replied, ‘Gee whiz, that ain’t no good idea. Why’d she wanna go swimming with all those crocodiles? They can snap a person in two.’
Dill paused to look around, making sure no-one was walking down the path. The only sounds were the birds twittering in the …show more content…
I learnt about injustice from Tom’s death, but I learnt how to live from Helen. I sympathised with Mrs Robinson and knew that this heart-breaking time would have stopped her dead in her tracks. I imagined that her life must have been like a train entering a long tunnel, where it was full of darkness at the start and Atticus’ words helped her to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Drowning in a sea of grief would help no one. I think those comforting words of Atticus helped to heal the wounds in Mrs Robinson’s heart. I admired my father more than ever. Although he could not save Tom Robinson’s life, he had saved