Date: 1872
This settled, the one last embarrassment left to deal with, was the embarrassment of Mr. Finch.  Now that we were free from all fear of encountering bad characters in the house, the boom-boom of the little man's big voice went on unintermit tingly, 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.