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"
And
I
thought
it
was
such
a
good
idea
to
keep
the
pigs
under
the
house
,
so
nobody
could
steal
them
,
"
thought
Scarlett
,
running
into
her
room
.
"
Why
,
oh
,
why
did
n't
I
build
a
pen
for
them
down
in
the
swamp
?
"
She
tore
open
her
top
bureau
drawer
and
scratched
about
in
the
clothing
until
the
Yankee
's
wallet
was
in
her
hand
.
Hastily
she
picked
up
the
solitaire
ring
and
the
diamond
earbobs
from
where
she
had
hidden
them
in
her
sewing
basket
and
shoved
them
into
the
wallet
.
But
where
to
hide
it
?
In
the
mattress
?
Up
the
chimney
?
Throw
it
in
the
well
?
Put
it
in
her
bosom
?
No
,
never
there
!
The
outlines
of
the
wallet
might
show
through
her
basque
and
if
the
Yankees
saw
it
they
would
strip
her
naked
and
search
her
.
"
I
shall
die
if
they
do
!
"
she
thought
wildly
.
Downstairs
there
was
a
pandemonium
of
racing
feet
and
sobbing
voices
.
Even
in
her
frenzy
,
Scarlett
wished
she
had
Melanie
with
her
,
Melly
with
her
quiet
voice
,
Melly
who
was
so
brave
the
day
she
shot
the
Yankee
.
Melly
was
worth
three
of
the
others
.
Melly
--
what
had
Melly
said
?
Oh
,
yes
,
the
baby
!
Clutching
the
wallet
to
her
,
Scarlett
ran
across
the
hall
to
the
room
where
little
Beau
was
sleeping
in
the
low
cradle
.
She
snatched
him
up
into
her
arms
and
he
awoke
,
waving
small
fists
and
slobbering
sleepily
.
She
heard
Suellen
crying
:
"
Come
on
,
Carreen
!
Come
on
!
We
've
got
enough
.
Oh
,
Sister
,
hurry
!
"
There
were
wild
squealings
,
indignant
gruntings
in
the
back
yard
and
,
running
to
the
widow
,
Scarlett
saw
Mammy
waddling
hurriedly
across
the
cotton
field
with
a
struggling
young
pig
under
each
arm
.
Behind
her
was
Pork
also
carrying
two
pigs
and
pushing
Gerald
before
him
.
Gerald
was
stumping
across
the
furrows
,
waving
his
cane
.
Leaning
out
of
the
window
Scarlett
yelled
:
"
Get
the
sow
,
Dilcey
!
Make
Prissy
drive
her
out
.
You
can
chase
her
across
the
fields
!
"
Dilcey
looked
up
,
her
bronzed
face
harassed
.
In
her
apron
was
a
pile
of
silver
tableware
.
She
pointed
under
the
house
.
"
The
sow
done
bit
Prissy
and
got
her
penned
up
unner
the
house
.
"
