Date: 1873
This settled, the one last embarrass ment left to deal with, was the embarrassment of Mr. Finch.  Now that we were free from all fear of encountering bad cha racters in the house, the boom-boom of the little man's big voice went on unintermittingly, like a machine at work in the neigh bourhood.  I had another of my inspirations — sitting on the floor with Oscar's head on my lap.