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After
these
brief
visits
,
Pitty
always
took
to
her
bed
for
the
rest
of
the
day
with
tears
and
smelling
salts
.
Melanie
and
Charles
,
who
were
on
excellent
terms
with
their
uncle
,
had
frequently
offered
to
relieve
her
of
this
ordeal
,
but
Pitty
always
set
her
babyish
mouth
firmly
and
refused
.
Henry
was
her
cross
and
she
must
bear
him
.
From
this
,
Charles
and
Melanie
could
only
infer
that
she
took
a
profound
pleasure
in
this
occasional
excitement
,
the
only
excitement
in
her
sheltered
life
.
Uncle
Henry
liked
Scarlett
immediately
because
,
he
said
,
he
could
see
that
for
all
her
silly
affectations
she
had
a
few
grains
of
sense
.
He
was
trustee
,
not
only
of
Pitty
's
and
Melanie
's
estates
,
but
also
of
that
left
Scarlett
by
Charles
.
It
came
to
Scarlett
as
a
pleasant
surprise
that
she
was
now
a
well-to-do
young
woman
,
for
Charles
had
not
only
left
her
half
of
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
but
farm
lands
and
town
property
as
well
.
And
the
stores
and
warehouses
along
the
railroad
track
near
the
depot
,
which
were
part
of
her
inheritance
,
had
tripled
in
value
since
the
war
began
.
It
was
when
Uncle
Henry
was
giving
her
an
account
of
her
property
that
he
broached
the
matter
of
her
permanent
residence
in
Atlanta
.
"
When
Wade
Hampton
comes
of
age
,
he
's
going
to
be
a
rich
young
man
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
way
Atlanta
is
growing
his
property
will
be
ten
times
more
valuable
in
twenty
years
,
and
it
's
only
right
that
the
boy
should
be
raised
where
his
property
is
,
so
he
can
learn
to
take
care
of
it
--
yes
,
and
of
Pitty
's
and
Melanie
's
,
too
.
He
'll
be
the
only
man
of
the
Hamilton
name
left
before
long
,
for
I
wo
n't
be
here
forever
.
"
As
for
Uncle
Peter
,
he
took
it
for
granted
that
Scarlett
had
come
to
stay
.
It
was
inconceivable
to
him
that
Charles
'
only
son
should
be
reared
where
he
could
not
supervise
the
rearing
.
To
all
these
arguments
,
Scarlett
smiled
but
said
nothing
,
unwilling
to
commit
herself
before
learning
how
she
would
like
Atlanta
and
constant
association
with
her
inlaws
.
She
knew
,
too
,
that
Gerald
and
Ellen
would
have
to
be
won
over
.
Moreover
,
now
that
she
was
away
from
Tara
,
she
missed
it
dreadfully
,
missed
the
red
fields
and
the
springing
green
cotton
and
the
sweet
twilight
silences
.
For
the
first
time
,
she
realized
dimly
what
Gerald
had
meant
when
he
said
that
the
love
of
the
land
was
in
her
blood
.
So
she
gracefully
evaded
,
for
the
time
being
,
a
definite
answer
as
to
the
duration
of
her
visit
and
slipped
easily
into
the
life
of
the
red-brick
house
at
the
quiet
end
of
Peachtree
Street
.
Living
with
Charles
'
blood
kin
,
seeing
the
home
from
which
he
came
.
Scarlett
could
now
understand
a
little
better
the
boy
who
had
made
her
wife
,
widow
and
mother
in
such
rapid
succession
.
It
was
easy
to
see
why
he
had
been
so
shy
,
so
unsophisticated
,
so
idealistic
.
If
Charles
had
inherited
any
of
the
qualities
of
the
stern
,
fearless
,
hot-tempered
soldier
who
had
been
his
father
,
they
had
been
obliterated
in
childhood
by
the
ladylike
atmosphere
in
which
he
had
been
reared
.
He
had
been
devoted
to
the
childlike
Pitty
and
closer
than
brothers
usually
are
to
Melanie
,
and
two
more
sweet
,
unworldly
women
could
not
be
found
.
Aunt
Pittypat
had
been
christened
Sarah
Jane
Hamilton
sixty
years
before
,
but
since
the
long-past
day
when
her
doting
father
had
fastened
his
nickname
upon
her
,
because
of
her
airy
,
restless
,
pattering
little
feet
,
no
one
had
called
her
anything
else
.
In
the
years
that
followed
that
second
christening
,
many
changes
had
taken
place
in
her
that
made
the
pet
name
incongruous
.
Of
the
swiftly
scampering
child
,
all
that
now
remained
were
two
tiny
feet
,
inadequate
to
her
weight
,
and
a
tendency
to
prattle
happily
and
aimlessly
.
She
was
stout
,
pink-cheeked
and
silver-haired
and
always
a
little
breathless
from
too
tightly
laced
stays
.
She
was
unable
to
walk
more
than
a
block
on
the
tiny
feet
which
she
crammed
into
too
small
slippers
.
She
had
a
heart
which
fluttered
at
any
excitement
and
she
pampered
it
shamelessly
,
fainting
at
any
provocation
.
Everyone
knew
that
her
swoons
were
generally
mere
ladylike
pretenses
but
they
loved
her
enough
to
refrain
from
saying
so
.
Everyone
loved
her
,
spoiled
her
like
a
child
and
refused
to
take
her
seriously
--
everyone
except
her
brother
Henry
.
She
liked
gossip
better
than
anything
else
in
the
world
,
even
more
than
she
liked
the
pleasures
of
the
table
,
and
she
prattled
on
for
hours
about
other
people
's
affairs
in
a
harmless
kindly
way
.
She
had
no
memory
for
names
,
dates
or
places
and
frequently
confused
the
actors
in
one
Atlanta
drama
with
the
actors
in
another
,
which
misled
no
one
for
no
one
was
foolish
enough
to
take
seriously
anything
she
said
.
No
one
ever
told
her
anything
really
shocking
or
scandalous
,
for
her
spinster
state
must
be
protected
even
if
she
was
sixty
years
old
,
and
her
friends
were
in
a
kindly
conspiracy
to
keep
her
a
sheltered
and
petted
old
child
.
