It was still summertime, and the children came closer. A boy trudged down the side walk dragging a fishing pole behind him. A man stood waiting with his hands on his hips. Summertime, and his children played in the front yard with their friend, enacting a strange little drama of their own invention. It was fall, and his children fought on the side walk in front of Mrs. Dubose's. The boy helped his sister to her feet, and they made their way home.