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"
And
now
,
ladies
and
gentlemen
,
I
am
going
to
propose
a
surprise
--
an
innovation
that
may
shock
some
of
you
,
but
I
ask
you
to
remember
that
all
this
is
done
for
the
hospital
and
for
the
benefit
of
our
boys
lying
there
.
"
Everyone
edged
forward
,
in
anticipation
,
trying
to
imagine
what
the
sedate
doctor
could
propose
that
would
be
shocking
.
"
The
dancing
is
about
to
begin
and
the
first
number
will
,
of
course
,
be
a
reel
,
followed
by
a
waltz
.
The
dances
following
,
the
polkas
,
the
schottisches
,
the
mazurkas
,
will
be
preceded
by
short
reels
.
I
know
the
gentle
rivalry
to
lead
the
reels
very
well
and
so
--
"
The
doctor
mopped
his
brow
and
cast
a
quizzical
glance
at
the
corner
,
where
his
wife
sat
among
the
chaperons
.
"
Gentlemen
,
if
you
wish
to
lead
a
reel
with
the
lady
of
your
choice
,
you
must
bargain
for
her
.
I
will
be
auctioneer
and
the
proceeds
will
go
to
the
hospital
.
"
Fans
stopped
in
mid-swish
and
a
ripple
of
excited
murmuring
ran
through
the
hall
.
The
chaperons
'
corner
was
in
tumult
and
Mrs.
Meade
,
anxious
to
support
her
husband
in
an
action
of
which
she
heartily
disapproved
,
was
at
a
disadvantage
.
Mrs.
Elsing
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
Mrs.
Whiting
were
red
with
indignation
.
But
suddenly
the
Home
Guard
gave
a
cheer
and
it
was
taken
up
by
the
other
uniformed
guests
.
The
young
girls
clapped
their
hands
and
jumped
excitedly
.
"
Do
n't
you
think
it
's
--
it
's
just
--
just
a
little
like
a
slave
auction
?
"
whispered
Melanie
,
staring
uncertainly
at
the
embattled
doctor
who
heretofore
had
been
perfect
in
her
eyes
.
Scarlett
said
nothing
but
her
eyes
glittered
and
her
heart
contracted
with
a
little
pain
.
If
only
she
were
not
a
widow
.
If
only
she
were
Scarlett
O'Hara
again
,
out
there
on
the
floor
in
an
apple-green
dress
with
dark-green
velvet
ribbons
dangling
from
her
bosom
and
tuberoses
in
her
black
hair
--
she
'd
lead
that
reel
.
Yes
,
indeed
!
There
'd
be
a
dozen
men
battling
for
her
and
paying
over
money
to
the
doctor
.
Oh
,
to
have
to
sit
here
,
a
wallflower
against
her
will
and
see
Fanny
or
Maybelle
lead
the
first
reel
as
the
belle
of
Atlanta
!
Above
the
tumult
sounded
the
voice
of
the
little
Zouave
,
his
Creole
accent
very
obvious
:
"
Eef
I
may
--
twenty
dollars
for
Mees
Maybelle
Merriwether
.
"
Maybelle
collapsed
with
blushes
against
Fanny
's
shoulder
and
the
two
girls
hid
their
faces
in
each
other
's
necks
and
giggled
,
as
other
voices
began
calling
other
names
,
other
amounts
of
money
.
Dr.
Meade
had
begun
to
smile
again
,
ignoring
completely
the
indignant
whispers
that
came
from
the
Ladies
'
Hospital
Committee
in
the
corner
.
At
first
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
had
stated
flatly
and
loudly
that
her
Maybelle
would
never
take
part
in
such
a
proceeding
;
but
as
Maybelle
's
name
was
called
most
often
and
the
amount
went
up
to
seventy-five
dollars
,
her
protests
began
to
dwindle
.
Scarlett
leaned
her
elbows
on
the
counter
and
almost
glared
at
the
excited
laughing
crowd
surging
about
the
platform
,
their
hands
full
of
Confederate
paper
money
.
