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"
Hurry
,
you
slow
poke
!
"
"
Yas
'm
.
"
Prissy
quickened
her
gait
infinitesimally
and
Scarlett
went
back
into
the
house
.
She
hesitated
again
before
going
upstairs
to
Melanie
.
She
would
have
to
explain
to
her
just
why
Mrs.
Meade
could
n't
come
and
the
knowledge
that
Phil
Meade
was
badly
wounded
might
upset
her
.
Well
,
she
'd
tell
a
lie
about
it
.
She
entered
Melanie
's
room
and
saw
that
the
breakfast
tray
was
untouched
.
Melanie
lay
on
her
side
,
her
face
white
.
"
Mrs.
Meade
's
over
at
the
hospital
,
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
But
Mrs.
Elsing
is
coming
.
Do
you
feel
bad
?
"
"
Not
very
,
"
lied
Melanie
.
"
Scarlett
,
how
long
did
it
take
Wade
to
get
born
?
"
"
Less
than
no
time
,
"
answered
Scarlett
with
a
cheerfulness
she
was
far
from
feeling
.
"
I
was
out
in
the
yard
and
I
did
n't
hardly
have
time
to
get
into
the
house
.
Mammy
said
it
was
scandalous
--
just
like
one
of
the
darkies
.
"
"
I
hope
I
'll
be
like
one
of
the
darkies
too
,
"
said
Melanie
,
mustering
a
smile
which
suddenly
disappeared
as
pain
contorted
her
face
.
Scarlett
looked
down
at
Melanie
's
tiny
hips
with
none
too
sanguine
hopes
but
said
reassuringly
:
"
Oh
,
it
's
not
really
so
bad
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
know
it
is
n't
.
I
'm
afraid
I
'm
a
little
coward
.
Is
--
is
Mrs.
