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"
Darling
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
n't
you
get
upset
.
I
understand
and
it
was
a
brave
thing
you
did
last
night
and
it
's
going
to
help
the
hospital
a
lot
.
And
if
anybody
dares
say
one
little
word
about
you
,
I
'll
tend
to
them
...
.
Aunt
Pitty
,
do
n't
cry
.
It
has
been
hard
on
Scarlett
,
not
going
anywhere
.
She
's
just
a
baby
.
"
Her
fingers
played
in
Scarlett
's
black
hair
.
"
And
maybe
we
'd
all
be
better
off
if
we
went
out
occasionally
to
parties
.
Maybe
we
've
been
very
selfish
,
staying
here
with
our
grief
.
War
times
are
n't
like
other
times
.
When
I
think
of
all
the
soldiers
in
town
who
are
far
from
home
and
have
n't
any
friends
to
call
on
at
night
--
and
the
ones
in
the
hospital
who
are
well
enough
to
be
out
of
bed
and
not
well
enough
to
go
back
in
the
army
--
Why
,
we
have
been
selfish
.
We
ought
to
have
three
convalescents
in
our
house
this
minute
,
like
everybody
else
,
and
some
of
the
soldiers
out
to
dinner
every
Sunday
.
There
,
Scarlett
,
do
n't
you
fret
.
People
wo
n't
talk
when
they
understand
.
We
know
you
loved
Charlie
.
"
Scarlett
was
far
from
fretting
and
Melanie
's
soft
hands
in
her
hair
were
irritating
.
She
wanted
to
jerk
her
head
away
and
say
"
Oh
,
fiddle-dee-dee
!
"
for
the
warming
memory
was
still
on
her
of
how
the
Home
Guard
and
the
militia
and
the
soldiers
from
the
hospital
had
fought
for
her
dances
last
night
.
Of
all
the
people
in
the
world
,
she
did
n't
want
Melly
for
a
defender
.
She
could
defend
herself
,
thank
you
,
and
if
the
old
cats
wanted
to
squall
--
well
,
she
could
get
along
without
the
old
cats
.
There
were
too
many
nice
officers
in
the
world
for
her
to
bother
about
what
old
women
said
.
Pittypat
was
dabbing
at
her
eyes
under
Melanie
's
soothing
words
when
Prissy
entered
with
a
bulky
letter
.
"
Fer
you
.
Miss
Melly
.
A
lil
nigger
boy
brung
it
.
"
"
For
me
?
"
said
Melly
,
wondering
,
as
she
ripped
open
the
envelope
.
Scarlett
was
making
headway
with
her
waffles
and
so
noticed
nothing
until
she
heard
a
burst
of
tears
from
Melly
and
,
looking
up
,
saw
Aunt
Pittypat
's
hand
go
to
her
heart
.
"
Ashley
's
dead
!
"
screamed
Pittypat
,
throwing
her
head
back
and
letting
her
arms
go
limp
.
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
her
blood
turning
to
ice
water
.
"
No
!
No
!
"
cried
Melanie
.
"
Quick
!
Her
smelling
salts
,
Scarlett
!
There
,
there
,
honey
,
do
you
feel
better
?
Breathe
deep
.
No
,
it
's
not
Ashley
.
I
'm
so
sorry
I
scared
you
.
I
was
crying
because
I
'm
so
happy
,
"
and
suddenly
she
opened
her
clenched
palm
and
pressed
some
object
that
was
in
it
to
her
lips
.
"
I
'm
so
happy
,
"
and
burst
into
tears
again
.
