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But
Mammy
and
Pork
worked
so
slowly
and
with
so
many
lamentations
that
Scarlett
sent
Mammy
back
to
the
kitchen
to
cook
and
Pork
to
the
woods
and
the
river
with
snares
for
rabbits
and
possums
and
lines
for
fish
.
Cotton
picking
was
beneath
Pork
's
dignity
but
hunting
and
fishing
were
not
.
Scarlett
next
had
tried
her
sisters
and
Melanie
in
the
fields
,
but
that
had
worked
no
better
.
Melanie
had
picked
neatly
,
quickly
and
willingly
for
an
hour
in
the
hot
sun
and
then
fainted
quietly
and
had
to
stay
in
bed
for
a
week
.
Suellen
,
sullen
and
tearful
,
pretended
to
faint
too
,
but
came
back
to
consciousness
spitting
like
an
angry
cat
when
Scarlett
poured
a
gourdful
of
water
in
her
face
.
Finally
she
refused
point-blank
.
"
I
wo
n't
work
in
the
fields
like
a
darky
!
You
ca
n't
make
me
.
What
if
any
of
our
friends
ever
heard
of
it
?
What
if
--
if
Mr.
Kennedy
ever
knew
?
Oh
,
if
Mother
knew
about
this
--
"
"
You
just
mention
Mother
's
name
once
more
,
Suellen
O'Hara
,
and
I
'll
slap
you
flat
,
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
Mother
worked
harder
than
any
darky
on
this
place
and
you
know
it
,
Miss
Fine
Airs
!
"
"
She
did
not
!
At
least
,
not
in
the
fields
.
And
you
ca
n't
make
me
.
I
'll
tell
Papa
on
you
and
he
wo
n't
make
me
work
!
"
"
Do
n't
you
dare
go
bothering
Pa
with
any
of
our
troubles
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
distracted
between
indignation
at
her
sister
and
fear
for
Gerald
.
"
I
'll
help
you
,
Sissy
,
"
interposed
Carreen
docilely
.
"
I
'll
work
for
Sue
and
me
too
.
She
is
n't
well
yet
and
she
should
n't
be
out
in
the
sun
.
"
Scarlett
said
gratefully
:
"
Thank
you
,
Sugarbaby
,
"
but
looked
worriedly
at
her
younger
sister
.
Carreen
,
who
had
always
been
as
delicately
pink
and
white
as
the
orchard
blossoms
that
are
scattered
by
the
spring
wind
,
was
no
longer
pink
but
still
conveyed
in
her
sweet
thoughtful
face
a
blossomlike
quality
.
She
had
been
silent
,
a
little
dazed
since
she
came
back
to
consciousness
and
found
Ellen
gone
,
Scarlett
a
termagant
,
the
world
changed
and
unceasing
labor
the
order
of
the
new
day
.
It
was
not
in
Carreen
's
delicate
nature
to
adjust
herself
to
change
.
She
simply
could
not
comprehend
what
had
happened
and
she
went
about
Tara
like
a
sleepwalker
,
doing
exactly
what
she
was
told
.
She
looked
,
and
was
,
frail
but
she
was
willing
,
obedient
and
obliging
.
When
she
was
not
doing
Scarlett
's
bidding
,
her
rosary
beads
were
always
in
her
hands
and
her
lips
moving
in
prayers
for
her
mother
and
for
Brent
Tarleton
.
It
did
not
occur
to
Scarlett
that
Carreen
had
taken
Brent
's
death
so
seriously
and
that
her
grief
was
unhealed
.
To
Scarlet
,
Carreen
was
still
"
baby
sister
,
"
far
too
young
to
have
had
a
really
serious
love
affair
.
Scarlett
,
standing
in
the
sun
in
the
cotton
rows
,
her
back
breaking
from
the
eternal
bending
and
her
hands
roughened
by
the
dry
bolls
,
wished
she
had
a
sister
who
combined
Suellen
's
energy
and
strength
with
Carreen
's
sweet
disposition
.
For
Carreen
picked
diligently
and
earnestly
.
But
,
after
she
had
labored
for
an
hour
it
was
obvious
that
she
,
and
not
Suellen
,
was
the
one
not
yet
well
enough
for
such
work
.
So
Scarlett
sent
Carreen
back
to
the
house
too
.
There
remained
with
her
now
in
the
long
rows
only
Dilcey
and
Prissy
.
Prissy
picked
lazily
,
spasmodically
,
complaining
of
her
feet
,
her
back
,
her
internal
miseries
,
her
complete
weariness
,
until
her
mother
took
a
cotton
stalk
to
her
and
whipped
her
until
she
screamed
.
After
that
she
worked
a
little
better
,
taking
care
to
stay
far
from
her
mother
's
reach
.
