Finch!

A finch.

Mr. Finch?

Mr. Finch,

Please, Miss Finch.

Poor Miss Finch.

Yes, Mr. Finch.

Heck? Atticus Finch.

A finch eating frenzy

Jem Finch? Yes, sir?

Take him, Mr. Finch.

I'm Jean Louise Finch.

He's dead, Mr. Finch.

My name is Finch.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Finch.

There's even a woodpecker finch

Please, Miss Finch, my adhesions.

Mr. Finch, are they gone?

purple

Miss Finch, please, not again tonight.

Good evening, Helen. 'Evening, Mr. Finch.

Plus, what's this purple, this part of the purple?

Often of a spring morning, it said at the top of page twenty one, as you wander through the fields, you will hear the sweet toned, carelessly flowing warble of the purple finch linnet.

Just a minute. All right, Miss Finch.

Good morning, Walter. Good morning, Mr. Finch.

You come back here, Jean Louise Finch!

He's got it, all right, Mr. Finch.

He in there, Mr. Finch? He is.

Get aside from that door, Mr. Finch.

No, sir, Mr. Finch, I sure wouldn't.

Hello, Mr. Finch. I'm Spence, Tom's father.

J. Russell Finch, 2790 Penrose Boulevard, Fresno.

Velvet purple

Default Purple

Too purple.

They're purple.

(That's not purple) this is the purple area right over here.

Hello, Roy? Bert Finch. I got a lead.

My name is not Beekman, I'm Amos Finch.

Mr. Finch ain't taking his story against ourn.

Well, good evenin', Heck. Good evenin', Mr. Finch.

You get 'em out of here, Mr. Finch.

We been talkin' about the appeal, Mr. Finch.

Mrs. Finch, aren't you the teeniest bit curious?

Purple for population.