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Melanie
was
like
her
aunt
in
many
ways
.
She
had
her
shyness
,
her
sudden
blushes
,
her
modesty
,
but
she
did
have
common
sense
--
"
Of
a
sort
,
I
'll
admit
that
,
"
Scarlett
thought
grudgingly
.
Like
Aunt
Pitty
,
Melanie
had
the
face
of
a
sheltered
child
who
had
never
known
anything
but
simplicity
and
kindness
,
truth
and
love
,
a
child
who
had
never
looked
upon
harshness
or
evil
and
would
not
recognize
them
if
she
saw
them
.
Because
she
had
always
been
happy
,
she
wanted
everyone
about
her
to
be
happy
or
,
at
least
,
pleased
with
themselves
.
To
this
end
,
she
always
saw
the
best
in
everyone
and
remarked
kindly
upon
it
.
There
was
no
servant
so
stupid
that
she
did
not
find
some
redeeming
trait
of
loyalty
and
kind-heartedness
,
no
girl
so
ugly
and
disagreeable
that
she
could
not
discover
grace
of
form
or
nobility
of
character
in
her
,
and
no
man
so
worthless
or
so
boring
that
she
did
not
view
him
in
the
light
of
his
possibilities
rather
than
his
actualities
.
Because
of
these
qualities
that
came
sincerely
and
spontaneously
from
a
generous
heart
,
everyone
flocked
about
her
,
for
who
can
resist
the
charm
of
one
who
discovers
in
others
admirable
qualities
undreamed
of
even
by
himself
?
She
had
more
girl
friends
than
anyone
in
town
and
more
men
friends
too
,
though
she
had
few
beaux
for
she
lacked
the
willfulness
and
selfishness
that
go
far
toward
trapping
men
's
hearts
.
What
Melanie
did
was
no
more
than
all
Southern
girls
were
taught
to
do
--
to
make
those
about
them
feel
at
ease
and
pleased
with
themselves
.
It
was
this
happy
feminine
conspiracy
which
made
Southern
society
so
pleasant
.
Women
knew
that
a
land
where
men
were
contented
,
uncontradicted
and
safe
in
possession
of
unpunctured
vanity
was
likely
to
be
a
very
pleasant
place
for
women
to
live
.
So
,
from
the
cradle
to
the
grave
,
women
strove
to
make
men
pleased
with
themselves
,
and
the
satisfied
men
repaid
lavishly
with
gallantry
and
adoration
.
In
fact
,
men
willingly
gave
the
ladies
everything
in
the
world
except
credit
for
having
intelligence
.
Scarlett
exercised
the
same
charms
as
Melanie
but
with
a
studied
artistry
and
consummate
skill
.
The
difference
between
the
two
girls
lay
in
the
fact
that
Melanie
spoke
kind
and
flattering
words
from
a
desire
to
make
people
happy
,
if
only
temporarily
,
and
Scarlett
never
did
it
except
to
further
her
own
aims
.
From
the
two
he
loved
best
,
Charles
had
received
no
toughening
influences
,
learned
nothing
of
harshness
or
reality
,
and
the
home
in
which
he
grew
to
manhood
was
as
soft
as
a
bird
's
nest
.
It
was
such
a
quiet
,
old-fashioned
,
gentle
home
compared
with
Tara
.
To
Scarlett
,
this
house
cried
out
for
the
masculine
smells
of
brandy
,
tobacco
and
Macassar
oil
,
for
hoarse
voices
and
occasional
curses
,
for
guns
,
for
whiskers
,
for
saddles
and
bridles
and
for
hounds
underfoot
.
She
missed
the
sounds
of
quarreling
voices
that
were
always
heard
at
Tara
when
Ellen
's
back
was
turned
,
Mammy
quarreling
with
Pork
,
Rosa
and
Teena
bickering
,
her
own
acrimonious
arguments
with
Suellen
,
Gerald
's
bawling
threats
.
No
wonder
Charles
had
been
a
sissy
,
coming
from
a
home
like
this
.
Here
,
excitement
never
entered
in
,
voices
were
never
raised
,
everyone
deferred
gently
to
the
opinions
of
others
,
and
,
in
the
end
,
the
black
grizzled
autocrat
in
the
kitchen
had
his
way
.
Scarlett
,
who
had
hoped
for
a
freer
rein
when
she
escaped
Mammy
's
supervision
,
discovered
to
her
sorrow
that
Uncle
Peter
's
standards
of
ladylike
conduct
,
especially
for
Mist
'
Charles
'
widow
,
were
even
stricter
than
Mammy
's
.
In
such
a
household
,
Scarlett
came
back
to
herself
,
and
almost
before
she
realized
it
her
spirits
rose
to
normal
.
She
was
only
seventeen
,
she
had
superb
health
and
energy
,
and
Charles
'
people
did
their
best
to
make
her
happy
.
If
they
fell
a
little
short
of
this
,
it
was
not
their
fault
,
for
no
one
could
take
out
of
her
heart
the
ache
that
throbbed
whenever
Ashley
's
name
was
mentioned
.
And
Melanie
mentioned
it
so
often
!
But
Melanie
and
Pitty
were
tireless
in
planning
ways
to
soothe
the
sorrow
under
which
they
thought
she
labored
.
They
put
their
own
grief
into
the
background
in
order
to
divert
her
.
They
fussed
about
her
food
and
her
hours
for
taking
afternoon
naps
and
for
taking
carriage
rides
.
They
not
only
admired
her
extravagantly
,
her
high-spiritedness
,
her
figure
,
her
tiny
hands
and
feet
,
her
white
skin
,
but
they
said
so
frequently
,
petting
,
hugging
and
kissing
her
to
emphasize
their
loving
words
.
Scarlett
did
not
care
for
the
caresses
,
but
she
basked
in
the
compliments
.
No
one
at
Tara
had
ever
said
so
many
charming
things
about
her
.
In
fact
,
Mammy
had
spent
her
time
deflating
her
conceit
.
Little
Wade
was
no
longer
an
annoyance
,
for
the
family
,
black
and
white
,
and
the
neighbors
idolized
him
and
there
was
a
never-ceasing
rivalry
as
to
whose
lap
he
should
occupy
.
Melanie
especially
doted
on
him
.
Even
in
his
worst
screaming
spells
,
Melanie
thought
him
adorable
and
said
so
,
adding
,
"
Oh
,
you
precious
darling
!
I
just
wish
you
were
mine
!
"
Sometimes
Scarlett
found
it
hard
to
dissemble
her
feelings
,
for
she
still
thought
Aunt
Pitty
the
silliest
of
old
ladies
and
her
vagueness
and
vaporings
irritated
her
unendurably
.
She
disliked
Melanie
with
a
jealous
dislike
that
grew
as
the
days
went
by
,
and
sometimes
she
had
to
leave
the
room
abruptly
when
Melanie
,
beaming
with
loving
pride
,
spoke
of
Ashley
or
read
his
letters
aloud
.
But
,
all
in
all
,
life
went
on
as
happily
as
was
possible
under
the
circumstances
.
Atlanta
was
more
interesting
than
Savannah
or
Charleston
or
Tara
and
it
offered
so
many
strange
war-time
occupations
she
had
little
time
to
think
or
mope
.
But
,
sometimes
,
when
she
blew
out
the
candle
and
burrowed
her
head
into
the
pillow
,
she
sighed
and
thought
:
"
If
only
Ashley
was
n't
married
!
If
only
I
did
n't
have
to
nurse
in
that
plagued
hospital
!
Oh
,
if
only
I
could
have
some
beaux
!
"
She
had
immediately
loathed
nursing
but
she
could
not
escape
this
duty
because
she
was
on
both
Mrs.
Meade
's
and
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
committees
.
That
meant
four
mornings
a
week
in
the
sweltering
,
stinking
hospital
with
her
hair
tied
up
in
a
towel
and
a
hot
apron
covering
her
from
neck
to
feet
.
Every
matron
,
old
or
young
,
in
Atlanta
nursed
and
did
it
with
an
enthusiasm
that
seemed
to
Scarlett
little
short
of
fanatic
.
