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"
Oh
,
that
's
too
much
!
Really
,
I
--
"
"
Not
a
word
!
I
wo
n't
hear
it
.
What
are
neighbors
for
?
"
"
You
are
so
kind
that
I
ca
n't
--
But
I
have
to
be
going
now
.
The
folks
at
home
will
be
worrying
about
me
.
"
Grandma
rose
abruptly
and
took
Scarlett
by
the
arm
.
"
You
two
stay
here
,
"
she
commanded
,
pushing
Scarlett
toward
the
back
porch
.
"
I
have
a
private
word
for
this
child
.
Help
me
down
the
steps
,
Scarlett
.
"
Young
Miss
and
Sally
said
good-by
and
promised
to
come
calling
soon
.
They
were
devoured
by
curiosity
as
to
what
Grandma
had
to
say
to
Scarlett
but
unless
she
chose
to
tell
them
,
they
would
never
know
.
Old
ladies
were
so
difficult
,
Young
Miss
whispered
to
Sally
as
they
went
back
to
their
sewing
.
Scarlett
stood
with
her
hand
on
the
horse
's
bridle
,
a
dull
feeling
at
her
heart
.
"
Now
,
"
said
Grandma
,
peering
into
her
face
,
"
what
's
wrong
at
Tara
?
What
are
you
keeping
back
?
"
Scarlett
looked
up
into
the
keen
old
eyes
and
knew
she
could
tell
the
truth
,
without
tears
.
No
one
could
cry
in
the
presence
of
Grandma
Fontaine
without
her
express
permission
.
"
Mother
is
dead
,
"
she
said
flatly
.
