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"
Dear
,
do
n't
cry
!
Try
to
think
how
much
Charlie
loved
you
and
let
that
comfort
you
!
Try
to
think
of
your
darling
baby
.
"
Indignation
at
being
misunderstood
mingled
with
Scarlett
's
forlorn
feeling
of
being
out
of
everything
and
strangled
all
utterance
.
That
was
fortunate
,
for
if
she
could
have
spoken
she
would
have
cried
out
truths
couched
in
Gerald
's
forthright
words
.
Melanie
patted
her
shoulder
and
Pittypat
tiptoed
heavily
about
the
room
pulling
down
the
shades
.
"
Do
n't
do
that
!
"
shouted
Scarlett
,
raising
a
red
and
swollen
face
from
the
pillow
.
"
I
'm
not
dead
enough
for
you
to
pull
down
the
shades
--
though
I
might
as
well
be
.
Oh
,
do
go
away
and
leave
me
alone
!
"
She
sank
her
face
into
the
pillow
again
and
,
after
a
whispered
conference
,
the
two
standing
over
her
tiptoed
out
.
She
heard
Melanie
say
to
Pittypat
in
a
low
voice
as
they
went
down
the
stairs
:
"
Aunt
Pitty
,
I
wish
you
would
n't
speak
of
Charles
to
her
.
You
know
how
it
always
affects
her
.
Poor
thing
,
she
gets
that
queer
look
and
I
know
she
's
trying
not
to
cry
.
We
must
n't
make
it
harder
for
her
.
"
Scarlett
kicked
the
coverlet
in
impotent
rage
,
trying
to
think
of
something
bad
enough
to
say
.
"
God
's
nightgown
!
"
she
cried
at
last
,
and
felt
somewhat
relieved
.
How
could
Melanie
be
content
to
stay
at
home
and
never
have
any
fun
and
wear
crepe
for
her
brother
when
she
was
only
eighteen
years
old
?
Melanie
did
not
seem
to
know
,
or
care
,
that
life
was
riding
by
with
jingling
spurs
.
"
But
she
's
such
a
stick
,
"
thought
Scarlett
,
pounding
the
pillow
.
"
And
she
never
was
popular
like
me
,
so
she
does
n't
miss
the
things
I
miss
.
And
--
and
besides
she
's
got
Ashley
and
I
--
I
have
n't
got
anybody
!
"
And
at
this
fresh
woe
,
she
broke
into
renewed
outcries
.
She
remained
gloomily
in
her
room
until
afternoon
and
then
the
sight
of
the
returning
picnickers
with
wagons
piled
high
with
pine
boughs
,
vines
and
ferns
did
not
cheer
her
.
Everyone
looked
happily
tired
as
they
waved
to
her
again
and
she
returned
their
greetings
drearily
.
Life
was
a
hopeless
affair
and
certainly
not
worth
living
.
Deliverance
came
in
the
form
she
least
expected
when
,
during
the
after-dinner-nap
period
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
Mrs.
Elsing
drove
up
.
Startled
at
having
callers
at
such
an
hour
,
Melanie
,
Scarlett
and
Aunt
Pittypat
roused
themselves
,
hastily
hooked
their
basques
,
smoothed
their
hair
and
descended
to
the
parlor
.
