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"
No
,
please
do
n't
.
Sometimes
it
takes
all
day
having
a
baby
and
I
just
could
n't
let
the
doctor
sit
here
for
hours
when
all
those
poor
boys
need
him
so
much
.
Just
send
for
Mrs.
Meade
.
She
'll
know
.
"
"
Oh
,
all
right
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
After
sending
up
Melanie
's
breakfast
tray
,
Scarlett
dispatched
Prissy
for
Mrs.
Meade
and
sat
down
with
Wade
to
eat
her
own
breakfast
.
But
for
once
she
had
no
appetite
.
Between
her
nervous
apprehension
over
the
thought
that
Melanie
's
time
was
approaching
and
her
unconscious
straining
to
hear
the
sound
of
the
cannon
,
she
could
hardly
eat
.
Her
heart
acted
very
queerly
,
beating
regularly
for
several
minutes
and
then
thumping
so
loudly
and
swiftly
it
almost
made
her
sick
at
her
stomach
.
The
heavy
hominy
stuck
in
her
throat
like
glue
and
never
before
had
the
mixture
of
parched
corn
and
ground-up
yams
that
passed
for
coffee
been
so
repulsive
.
Without
sugar
or
cream
it
was
bitter
as
gall
,
for
the
sorghum
used
for
"
long
sweetening
"
did
little
to
improve
the
taste
.
After
one
swallow
she
pushed
her
cup
away
.
If
for
no
other
reason
she
hated
the
Yankees
because
they
kept
her
from
having
real
coffee
with
sugar
and
thick
cream
in
it
.
Wade
was
quieter
than
usual
and
did
not
set
up
his
every
morning
complaint
against
the
hominy
that
he
so
disliked
.
He
ate
silently
the
spoonfuls
she
pushed
into
his
mouth
and
washed
them
down
with
noisily
gulped
water
.
His
soft
brown
eyes
followed
her
every
movement
,
large
,
round
as
dollars
,
a
childish
bewilderment
in
them
as
though
her
own
scarce-hidden
fears
had
been
communicated
to
him
.
When
he
had
finished
she
sent
him
off
to
the
back
yard
to
play
and
watched
him
toddle
across
the
straggling
grass
to
his
playhouse
with
great
relief
.
She
arose
and
stood
irresolutely
at
the
foot
of
the
stairs
.
She
should
go
up
and
sit
with
Melanie
and
distract
her
mind
from
her
coming
ordeal
but
she
did
not
feel
equal
to
it
.
Of
all
days
in
the
world
,
Melanie
had
to
pick
this
day
to
have
the
baby
!
And
of
all
days
to
talk
about
dying
!
She
sat
down
on
the
bottom
step
of
the
stairs
and
tried
to
compose
herself
,
wondering
again
how
yesterday
's
battle
had
gone
,
wondering
how
today
's
fighting
was
going
.
How
strange
to
have
a
big
battle
going
on
just
a
few
miles
away
and
to
know
nothing
of
it
!
How
strange
the
quiet
of
this
deserted
end
of
town
in
contrast
with
the
day
of
the
fighting
at
Peachtree
Creek
!
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
was
one
of
the
last
on
the
north
side
of
Atlanta
and
with
the
fighting
somewhere
to
the
far
south
,
there
were
no
reinforcements
going
by
at
double-quick
,
no
ambulances
and
staggering
lines
of
walking
wounded
coming
back
.
She
wondered
if
such
scenes
were
being
enacted
on
the
south
side
of
town
and
thanked
God
she
was
not
there
.
If
only
everyone
except
the
Meades
and
the
Merriwethers
had
not
refugeed
from
this
north
end
of
Peachtree
!
It
made
her
feel
forsaken
and
alone
.
She
wished
fervently
that
Uncle
Peter
were
with
her
so
he
could
go
down
to
headquarters
and
learn
the
news
.
If
it
was
n't
for
Melanie
she
'd
go
to
town
this
very
minute
and
learn
for
herself
,
but
she
could
n't
leave
until
Mrs.
Meade
arrived
.
Mrs.
Meade
.
Why
did
n't
she
come
on
?
And
where
was
Prissy
?
She
rose
and
went
out
onto
the
front
porch
and
looked
for
them
impatiently
,
but
the
Meade
house
was
around
a
shady
bend
in
the
street
and
she
could
see
no
one
.
After
a
long
while
Prissy
came
into
view
,
alone
,
switching
her
skirts
from
side
to
side
and
looking
over
her
shoulder
to
observe
the
effect
.
"
You
're
as
slow
as
molasses
in
January
,
"
snapped
Scarlett
as
Prissy
opened
the
gate
.
"
What
did
Mrs.
Meade
say
?
How
soon
will
she
be
over
here
?
"
