Chapter's 10-12 in the perspective of Mrs Dubose

"Jessie, come here now!" I yelled.
"Comin' ma'am," she muttered as I heard her drop whatever she was doing and run to my aid.
"You help me outta bed so I can get to my chair outside," I demanded sternly. Without answering she helped me out of bed and I used her as a crutch to walk out to the porch.
"Now bring me some tea, Jessie,"
"Yes ma'am," Once she left I spotted the Finch children walkin' down my sidewalk. Their father was a disgrace to this town but these children showed his stupidity more than he.
"Where are you headed, playing hookey I suppose," I said loud enough to make myself heard. "Guess I'll have to call your principal, won't I?"Jem contradicted me, and to make sure that they were aware of my disapproval I insulted their father.
"Well, all your daddy is is a nigger lover!" I laughed at Jem's antagonized face and stared at little Jean Louise.
"What are you doin' in those overalls, girl? You'll never be a lady."Once I was sure I made my point clear, I called for Jessie to hurry with the tea and Jem and Scout went on their way to town. Finally, Jessie walked out to the porch with my tea and I spent around thirty minutes just sipping the tea on my porch. Afterwards, I went inside for a nap and told Jessie to wake me in a few hours.
When I woke from my rest, Jessie told me that something had just happened out in my garden. She helped me to the front porch and I stared in disgust at what had happened. Every single camellia was destroyed. Every bud had been sliced of of it's stem and in the grass by the mess, laid a broken baton. The perpetrators were not very inconspicuous in their act. I was absolutely sure it was Jem and Jean Louise Finch. First their father defends a disgusting Negro and now his children were out destroyin' private property. I was still furious when Mr. Atticus Finch strolled toward my yard. As he was about to tip his hat and mouth an inaudible 'Good day to you', I nearly jumped out of my chair and began to yell at Mr. Finch.
“Your disgraceful children did this! Look at what they did to my beautiful garden. You'll never learn how to properly raise children alone will you Atticus?” As I went on in my fury, Atticus walked into my front yard and acquired the broken baton.
“And you're sure it was my children, Mrs. Dubose?” He asked.
“Of course I know it was those filthy children. They were on their way to town an' talking about buyin' some toys.”
"Well, don't you worry ma'am I'll have a talk with them," He assured me.
"You'd better!"
He smiled at me and tiped his hat with the baton and a few camellia buds in his hand and was on his way.