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"
It
's
in
shreds
already
,
so
what
does
another
dance
matter
?
Maybe
I
'll
give
the
other
boys
a
chance
after
I
've
had
five
or
six
,
but
I
must
have
the
last
one
.
"
"
Oh
,
all
right
.
I
know
I
'm
crazy
but
I
do
n't
care
.
I
do
n't
care
a
bit
what
anybody
says
.
I
'm
so
tired
of
sitting
at
home
.
I
'm
going
to
dance
and
dance
--
"
"
And
not
wear
black
?
I
loathe
funeral
crepe
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
could
n't
take
off
mourning
--
Captain
Butler
,
you
must
not
hold
me
so
tightly
.
I
'll
be
mad
at
you
if
you
do
.
"
"
And
you
look
gorgeous
when
you
are
mad
.
I
'll
squeeze
you
again
--
there
--
just
to
see
if
you
will
really
get
mad
.
You
have
no
idea
how
charming
you
were
that
day
at
Twelve
Oaks
when
you
were
mad
and
throwing
things
.
"
"
Oh
,
please
--
wo
n't
you
forget
that
?
"
"
No
,
it
is
one
of
my
most
priceless
memories
--
a
delicately
nurtured
Southern
belle
with
her
Irish
up
--
You
are
very
Irish
,
you
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
dear
,
there
's
the
end
of
the
music
and
there
's
Aunt
Pittypat
coming
out
of
the
back
room
.
I
know
Mrs.
Merriwether
must
have
told
her
.
Oh
,
for
goodness
'
sakes
,
let
's
walk
over
and
look
out
the
window
.
I
do
n't
want
her
to
catch
me
now
.
Her
eyes
are
as
big
as
saucers
.
"
Over
the
waffles
next
morning
,
Pittypat
was
lachrymose
,
Melanie
was
silent
and
Scarlett
defiant
.
"
I
do
n't
care
if
they
do
talk
.
I
'll
bet
I
made
more
money
for
the
hospital
than
any
girl
there
--
more
than
all
the
messy
old
stuff
we
sold
,
too
.
"
