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"
Miss
Pitty
were
in
a
state
when
Ah
lef
'
home
an
'
ef
Ah
doan
git
dar
soon
,
she
'll
done
swooned
.
"
"
Good-by
.
I
'll
be
over
this
afternoon
,
"
called
Mrs.
Meade
.
"
And
you
tell
Pitty
for
me
that
if
you
are
n't
on
my
committee
,
she
's
going
to
be
in
a
worse
state
.
"
The
carriage
slipped
and
slid
down
the
muddy
road
and
Scarlett
leaned
back
on
the
cushions
and
smiled
.
She
felt
better
now
than
she
had
felt
in
months
.
Atlanta
,
with
its
crowds
and
its
hurry
and
its
undercurrent
of
driving
excitement
,
was
very
pleasant
,
very
exhilarating
,
so
very
much
nicer
than
the
lonely
plantation
out
from
Charleston
,
where
the
bellow
of
alligators
broke
the
night
stillness
;
better
than
Charleston
itself
,
dreaming
in
its
gardens
behind
its
high
walls
;
better
than
Savannah
with
its
wide
streets
lined
with
palmetto
and
the
muddy
river
beside
it
.
Yes
,
and
temporarily
even
better
than
Tara
,
dear
though
Tara
was
.
There
was
something
exciting
about
this
town
with
its
narrow
muddy
streets
,
lying
among
rolling
red
hills
,
something
raw
and
crude
that
appealed
to
the
rawness
and
crudeness
underlying
the
fine
veneer
that
Ellen
and
Mammy
had
given
her
.
She
suddenly
felt
that
this
was
where
she
belonged
,
not
in
serene
and
quiet
old
cities
,
flat
beside
yellow
waters
.
The
houses
were
farther
and
farther
apart
now
,
and
leaning
out
Scarlett
saw
the
red
brick
and
slate
roof
of
Miss
Pittypat
's
house
.
It
was
almost
the
last
house
on
the
north
side
of
town
.
Beyond
it
,
Peachtree
road
narrowed
and
twisted
under
great
trees
out
of
sight
into
thick
quiet
woods
.
The
neat
wooden-paneled
fence
had
been
newly
painted
white
and
the
front
yard
it
inclosed
was
yellow
starred
with
the
last
jonquils
of
the
season
.
On
the
front
steps
stood
two
women
in
black
and
behind
them
a
large
yellow
woman
with
her
hands
under
her
apron
and
her
white
teeth
showing
in
a
wide
smile
.
Plump
Miss
Pittypat
was
teetering
excitedly
on
tiny
feet
,
one
hand
pressed
to
her
copious
bosom
to
still
her
fluttering
heart
.
Scarlett
saw
Melanie
standing
by
her
and
,
with
a
surge
of
dislike
,
she
realized
that
the
fly
in
the
ointment
of
Atlanta
would
be
this
slight
little
person
in
black
mourning
dress
,
her
riotous
dark
curls
subdued
to
matronly
smoothness
and
a
loving
smile
of
welcome
and
happiness
on
her
heart-shaped
face
.
When
a
Southerner
took
the
trouble
to
pack
a
trunk
and
travel
twenty
miles
for
a
visit
,
the
visit
was
seldom
of
shorter
duration
than
a
month
,
usually
much
longer
.
Southerners
were
as
enthusiastic
visitors
as
they
were
hosts
,
and
there
was
nothing
unusual
in
relatives
coming
to
spend
the
Christmas
holidays
and
remaining
until
July
.
Often
when
newly
married
couples
went
on
the
usual
round
of
honeymoon
visits
,
they
lingered
in
some
pleasant
home
until
the
birth
of
their
second
child
.
Frequently
elderly
aunts
and
uncles
came
to
Sunday
dinner
and
remained
until
they
were
buried
years
later
.
Visitors
presented
no
problem
,
for
houses
were
large
,
servants
numerous
and
the
feeding
of
several
extra
mouths
a
minor
matter
in
that
land
of
plenty
.
All
ages
and
sexes
went
visiting
,
honeymooners
,
young
mothers
showing
off
new
babies
,
convalescents
,
the
bereaved
,
girls
whose
parents
were
anxious
to
remove
them
from
the
dangers
of
unwise
matches
,
girls
who
had
reached
the
danger
age
without
becoming
engaged
and
who
,
it
was
hoped
,
would
make
suitable
matches
under
the
guidance
of
relatives
in
other
places
.
Visitors
added
excitement
and
variety
to
the
slow-moving
Southern
life
and
they
were
always
welcome
.
So
Scarlett
had
come
to
Atlanta
with
no
idea
as
to
how
long
she
would
remain
.
If
her
visit
proved
as
dull
as
those
in
Savannah
and
Charleston
,
she
would
return
home
in
a
month
.
If
her
stay
was
pleasant
,
she
would
remain
indefinitely
.
But
no
sooner
had
she
arrived
than
Aunt
Pitty
and
Melanie
began
a
campaign
to
induce
her
to
make
her
home
permanently
with
them
.
They
brought
up
every
possible
argument
.
They
wanted
her
for
her
own
self
because
they
loved
her
.
They
were
lonely
and
often
frightened
at
night
in
the
big
house
,
and
she
was
so
brave
she
gave
them
courage
.
She
was
so
charming
that
she
cheered
them
in
their
sorrow
.
Now
that
Charles
was
dead
,
her
place
and
her
son
's
place
were
with
his
kindred
.
Besides
,
half
the
house
now
belonged
to
her
,
through
Charles
'
will
.
Last
,
the
Confederacy
needed
every
pair
of
hands
for
sewing
,
knitting
,
bandage
rolling
and
nursing
the
wounded
.
Charles
'
Uncle
Henry
Hamilton
,
who
lived
in
bachelor
state
at
the
Atlanta
Hotel
near
the
depot
,
also
talked
seriously
to
her
on
this
subject
.
Uncle
Henry
was
a
short
,
pot-bellied
,
irascible
old
gentleman
with
a
pink
face
,
a
shock
of
long
silver
hair
and
an
utter
lack
of
patience
with
feminine
timidities
and
vaporings
.
It
was
for
the
latter
reason
that
he
was
barely
on
speaking
terms
with
his
sister
,
Miss
Pittypat
.
From
childhood
,
they
had
been
exact
opposites
in
temperament
and
they
had
been
further
estranged
by
his
objections
to
the
manner
in
which
she
had
reared
Charles
--
"
Making
a
damn
sissy
out
of
a
soldier
's
son
!
"
Years
before
,
he
had
so
insulted
her
that
now
Miss
Pitty
never
spoke
of
him
except
in
guarded
whispers
and
with
so
great
reticence
that
a
stranger
would
have
thought
the
honest
old
lawyer
a
murderer
,
at
the
least
.
The
insult
had
occurred
on
a
day
when
Pitty
wished
to
draw
five
hundred
dollars
from
her
estate
,
of
which
he
was
trustee
,
to
invest
in
a
non-existent
gold
mine
.
He
had
refused
to
permit
it
and
stated
heatedly
that
she
had
no
more
sense
than
a
June
bug
and
furthermore
it
gave
him
the
fidgets
to
be
around
her
longer
than
five
minutes
.
Since
that
day
,
she
only
saw
him
formally
,
once
a
month
,
when
Uncle
Peter
drove
her
to
his
office
to
get
the
housekeeping
money
.
