Allliteration: Alliteration is the repetition of consonant sounds at the beginning of a word. There are many examples in this chapter. The following example repeats the "s" sound.
"...we would squirm our way through sweating sidewalk crowds and sometimes hear......." (pg 135)
Another example repeats a "c" sound.
"They c'n go loose and rape up the countryside for all of 'em who run this country care." (pg 135)
When Dill arrives at the house and tells them how he ran away, he says that he,
"...cooly chatted with the conductor...." (pg 141)
When Atticus finds Dill in the house, he says,
"From rape to riot to runaways." (pg 142)
Anecdote: An anecdote is a brief story about an interesting, amusing, or strange event.
Dill tells an anecdote when he explains to Jem and Scout how he ran away. He said he was
"...bound in chains and left to die in the basement (there were basements in Meridian) by his new father, who disliked him, and secretly kept alive on raw field peas by a passing farmer who heard his cries for help..." (pg 140)
Of course, none of this is true, but it makes a good story.
Dialogue: A conversation involving two or more characters. When the children are talking with Atticus or when Dill arrives, dialogue plays a big part in moving the plot forward. You will notice that when the speaker changes, so does the line.
Simile: A simile is a comparison of two UNLIKE objects using the words like or as. When Dill's Aunt Rachel arrives, Scout says that,
"He shivered like a rabbit." (pg 142)
Dill is being compared to a rabbit using the word "like"
Dialect: A dialect is the vocabulary and way of speaking of a particular group of people --- usually from a particular part of the country. When the people of the town are commenting on the children, they say,
"There's his chillun." (pg 135)
"Yonder's some Finches" (pg 135)
Toward the end of the chapter, Scout asks Dill,
"Why you reckon Boo Radley's never run off?" (pg 145)
simile- "...his head turned as if its pages contained a live tennis match." (pg. 136)
personification- " I felt the starched pink cotton penitentiary closing in on me..." (pg. 136)