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"
Times
never
change
when
there
's
a
need
for
honest
work
to
be
done
,
"
stated
the
sharp-eyed
old
lady
,
refusing
to
be
soothed
.
"
And
I
'm
ashamed
for
your
mother
,
Scarlett
,
to
hear
you
stand
there
and
talk
as
though
honest
work
made
white
trash
out
of
nice
people
.
'
When
Adam
delved
and
Eve
span
'
--
"
To
change
the
subject
,
Scarlett
hastily
questioned
:
"
What
about
the
Tarletons
and
the
Calverts
?
Were
they
burned
out
?
Have
they
refugeed
to
Macon
?
"
"
The
Yankees
never
got
to
the
Tarletons
.
They
're
off
the
main
road
,
like
we
are
,
but
they
did
get
to
the
Calverts
and
they
stole
all
their
stock
and
poultry
and
got
all
the
darkies
to
run
off
with
them
--
"
Sally
began
.
Grandma
interrupted
.
"
Hah
!
They
promised
all
the
black
wenches
silk
dresses
and
gold
earbobs
--
that
's
what
they
did
.
And
Cathleen
Calvert
said
some
of
the
troopers
went
off
with
the
black
fools
behind
them
on
their
saddles
.
Well
,
all
they
'll
get
will
be
yellow
babies
and
I
ca
n't
say
that
Yankee
blood
will
improve
the
stock
.
"
"
Oh
,
Mama
Fontaine
!
"
"
Do
n't
pull
such
a
shocked
face
,
Jane
.
We
're
all
married
,
are
n't
we
?
And
,
God
knows
,
we
've
seen
mulatto
babies
before
this
.
"
"
Why
did
n't
they
burn
the
Calverts
'
house
?
"
"
The
house
was
saved
by
the
combined
accents
of
the
second
Mrs.
Calvert
and
that
Yankee
overseer
of
hers
,
Hilton
,
"
said
Old
Miss
,
who
always
referred
to
the
ex-governess
as
the
"
second
Mrs.
Calvert
,
"
although
the
first
Mrs.
Calvert
had
been
dead
twenty
years
.
