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She
took
Mammy
's
word
that
the
little
boy
had
worms
and
dosed
him
with
the
mixture
of
dried
herbs
and
bark
which
Ellen
always
used
to
worm
the
pickaninnies
.
But
the
vermifuge
only
made
the
child
look
paler
.
These
days
Scarlett
hardly
thought
of
Wade
as
a
person
.
He
was
only
another
worry
,
another
mouth
to
feed
.
Some
day
when
the
present
emergency
was
over
,
she
would
play
with
him
,
tell
him
stories
and
teach
him
his
A
B
C
's
but
now
she
did
not
have
the
time
or
the
soul
or
the
inclination
.
And
,
because
he
always
seemed
underfoot
when
she
was
most
weary
and
worried
,
she
often
spoke
sharply
to
him
.
It
annoyed
her
that
her
quick
reprimands
brought
such
acute
fright
to
his
round
eyes
,
for
he
looked
so
simple
minded
when
he
was
frightened
.
She
did
not
realize
that
the
little
boy
lived
shoulder
to
shoulder
with
terror
too
great
for
an
adult
to
comprehend
.
Fear
lived
with
Wade
,
fear
that
shook
his
soul
and
made
him
wake
screaming
in
the
night
.
Any
unexpected
noise
or
sharp
word
set
him
to
trembling
,
for
in
his
mind
noises
and
harsh
words
were
inextricably
mixed
with
Yankees
and
he
was
more
afraid
of
Yankees
than
of
Prissy
's
hants
.
Until
the
thunders
of
the
siege
began
,
he
had
never
known
anything
but
a
happy
,
placid
,
quiet
life
.
Even
though
his
mother
paid
him
little
attention
,
he
had
known
nothing
but
petting
and
kind
words
until
the
night
when
he
was
jerked
from
slumber
to
find
the
sky
aflame
and
the
air
deafening
with
explosions
.
In
that
night
and
the
day
which
followed
,
he
had
been
slapped
by
his
mother
for
the
first
time
and
had
heard
her
voice
raised
at
him
in
harsh
words
.
Life
in
the
pleasant
brick
house
on
Peachtree
Street
,
the
only
life
he
knew
,
had
vanished
that
night
and
he
would
never
recover
from
its
loss
.
In
the
flight
from
Atlanta
,
he
had
understood
nothing
except
that
the
Yankees
were
after
him
and
now
he
still
lived
in
fear
that
the
Yankees
would
catch
him
and
cut
him
to
pieces
.
Whenever
Scarlett
raised
her
voice
in
reproof
,
he
went
weak
with
fright
as
his
vague
childish
memory
brought
up
the
horrors
of
the
first
time
she
had
ever
done
it
.
Now
,
Yankees
and
a
cross
voice
were
linked
forever
in
his
mind
and
he
was
afraid
of
his
mother
.
Scarlett
could
not
help
noticing
that
the
child
was
beginning
to
avoid
her
and
,
in
the
rare
moments
when
her
unending
duties
gave
her
time
to
think
about
it
,
it
bothered
her
a
great
deal
.
It
was
even
worse
than
having
him
at
her
skirts
all
the
time
and
she
was
offended
that
his
refuge
was
Melanie
's
bed
where
he
played
quietly
at
games
Melanie
suggested
or
listened
to
stories
she
told
.
Wade
adored
"
Auntee
"
who
had
a
gentle
voice
,
who
always
smiled
and
who
never
said
:
"
Hush
,
Wade
!
You
give
me
a
headache
"
or
"
Stop
fidgeting
,
Wade
,
for
Heaven
's
sake
!
"
Scarlett
had
neither
the
time
nor
the
impulse
to
pet
him
but
it
made
her
jealous
to
see
Melanie
do
it
.
When
she
found
him
one
day
standing
on
his
head
in
Melanie
's
bed
and
saw
him
collapse
on
her
,
she
slapped
him
.
"
Do
n't
you
know
better
than
to
jiggle
Auntee
like
that
when
she
's
sick
?
Now
,
trot
right
out
in
the
yard
and
play
,
and
do
n't
come
in
here
again
.
"
But
Melanie
reached
out
a
weak
arm
and
drew
the
wailing
child
to
her
.
"
There
,
there
,
Wade
.
You
did
n't
mean
to
jiggle
me
,
did
you
?
He
does
n't
bother
me
,
Scarlett
.
Do
let
him
stay
with
me
.
Let
me
take
care
of
him
.
It
's
the
only
thing
I
can
do
till
I
get
well
,
and
you
've
got
your
hands
full
enough
without
having
to
watch
him
.
"
"
Do
n't
be
a
goose
,
Melly
,
"
said
Scarlett
shortly
.
"
You
are
n't
getting
well
like
you
should
and
having
Wade
fall
on
your
stomach
wo
n't
help
you
.
Now
,
Wade
,
if
I
ever
catch
you
on
Auntee
's
bed
again
,
I
'll
wear
you
out
.
And
stop
sniffling
.
You
are
always
sniffling
.
Try
to
be
a
little
man
.
"
