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"
What
shall
I
do
,
Scarlett
?
"
Melanie
's
voice
was
calm
amid
the
wailing
and
tears
and
scurrying
feet
.
Though
her
face
was
paper
white
and
her
whole
body
trembled
,
the
very
quietness
of
her
voice
steadied
Scarlett
,
revealing
to
her
that
they
all
looked
to
her
for
commands
,
for
guidance
.
"
The
cow
and
the
calf
,
"
she
said
quickly
.
"
They
're
in
the
old
pasture
.
Take
the
horse
and
drive
them
into
the
swamp
and
--
"
Before
she
could
finish
her
sentence
,
Melanie
shook
off
Wade
's
clutches
and
was
down
the
front
steps
and
running
toward
the
horse
,
pulling
up
her
wide
skirts
as
she
ran
.
Scarlett
caught
a
flashing
glimpse
of
thin
legs
,
a
flurry
of
skirts
and
underclothing
and
Melanie
was
in
the
saddle
,
her
feet
dangling
far
above
the
stirrups
.
She
gathered
up
the
reins
and
clapped
her
heels
against
the
animal
's
sides
and
then
abruptly
pulled
him
in
,
her
face
twisting
with
horror
.
"
My
baby
!
"
she
cried
.
"
Oh
,
my
baby
!
The
Yankees
will
kill
him
!
Give
him
to
me
!
"
Her
hand
was
on
the
pommel
and
she
was
preparing
to
slide
off
but
Scarlett
screamed
at
her
.
"
Go
on
!
Go
on
!
Get
the
cow
!
I
'll
look
after
the
baby
!
Go
on
,
I
tell
you
!
Do
you
think
I
'd
let
them
get
Ashley
's
baby
?
Go
on
!
"
Melly
looked
despairingly
backward
but
hammered
her
heels
into
the
horse
and
,
with
a
scattering
of
gravel
,
was
off
down
the
drive
toward
the
pasture
.
Scarlett
thought
:
"
I
never
expected
to
see
Melly
Hamilton
straddling
a
horse
!
"
and
then
she
ran
into
the
house
.
Wade
was
at
her
heels
,
sobbing
,
trying
to
catch
her
flying
skirts
.
As
she
went
up
the
steps
,
three
at
a
bound
,
she
saw
Suellen
and
Carreen
with
split-oak
baskets
on
their
arms
,
running
toward
the
pantry
,
and
Pork
tugging
none
too
gently
at
Gerald
's
arm
,
dragging
him
toward
the
back
porch
.
Gerald
was
mumbling
querulously
and
pulling
away
like
a
child
.
From
the
back
yard
she
heard
Mammy
's
strident
voice
:
"
You
,
Priss
!
You
git
unner
dat
house
an
'
han
'
me
dem
shoats
!
You
knows
mighty
well
Ah
's
too
big
ter
crawl
thoo
dem
lattices
.
Dilcey
,
comyere
an
'
mek
dis
wuthless
chile
--
"
