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"
Fiddle-dee-dee
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
beginning
to
be
irritated
.
It
was
annoying
that
Melanie
always
seemed
to
grasp
more
of
situations
than
she
herself
did
.
Cathleen
's
plight
seemed
to
her
more
startling
than
catastrophic
.
Of
course
it
was
no
pleasant
thought
,
marrying
Yankee
white
trash
,
but
after
all
a
girl
could
n't
live
alone
on
a
plantation
;
she
had
to
have
a
husband
to
help
her
run
it
.
"
Melly
,
it
's
like
I
said
the
other
day
There
is
n't
anybody
for
girls
to
marry
and
they
've
got
to
marry
someone
.
"
"
Oh
,
they
do
n't
have
to
marry
!
There
's
nothing
shameful
in
being
a
spinster
.
Look
at
Aunt
Pitty
.
Oh
,
I
'd
rather
see
Cathleen
dead
!
I
know
Cade
would
rather
see
her
dead
.
It
's
the
end
of
the
Calverts
.
Just
think
what
her
--
what
their
children
will
be
.
Oh
,
Scarlett
,
have
Pork
saddle
the
horse
quickly
and
you
ride
after
her
and
tell
her
to
come
live
with
us
!
"
"
Good
Lord
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
shocked
at
the
matter-of-fact
way
in
which
Melanie
was
offering
Tara
.
Scarlett
certainly
had
no
intention
of
feeding
another
mouth
.
She
started
to
say
this
but
something
in
Melanie
's
stricken
face
halted
the
words
.
"
She
would
n't
come
,
Melly
,
"
she
amended
.
"
You
know
she
would
n't
.
She
's
so
proud
and
she
'd
think
it
was
charity
.
"
"
That
's
true
,
that
's
true
!
"
said
Melanie
distractedly
,
watching
the
small
cloud
of
red
dust
disappear
down
the
road
.
"
You
've
been
with
me
for
months
,
"
thought
Scarlett
grimly
,
looking
at
her
sister-inlaw
,
"
and
it
's
never
occurred
to
you
that
it
's
charity
you
're
living
on
.
And
I
guess
it
never
will
.
You
're
one
of
those
people
the
war
did
n't
change
and
you
go
right
on
thinking
and
acting
just
like
nothing
had
happened
--
like
we
were
still
rich
as
Croesus
and
had
more
food
than
we
know
what
to
do
with
and
guests
did
n't
matter
.
I
guess
I
've
got
you
on
my
neck
for
the
rest
of
my
life
.
But
I
wo
n't
have
Cathleen
too
.
"
In
that
warm
summer
after
peace
came
,
Tara
suddenly
lost
its
isolation
.
And
for
months
thereafter
a
stream
of
scarecrows
,
bearded
,
ragged
,
footsore
and
always
hungry
,
toiled
up
the
red
hill
to
Tara
and
came
to
rest
on
the
shady
front
steps
,
wanting
food
and
a
night
's
lodging
.
They
were
Confederate
soldiers
walking
home
.
The
railroad
had
carried
the
remains
of
Johnston
's
army
from
North
Carolina
to
Atlanta
and
dumped
them
there
,
and
from
Atlanta
they
began
their
pilgrimages
afoot
.
When
the
wave
of
Johnston
's
men
had
passed
,
the
weary
veterans
from
the
Army
of
Virginia
arrived
and
then
men
from
the
Western
troops
,
beating
their
way
south
toward
homes
which
might
not
exist
and
families
which
might
be
scattered
or
dead
.
Most
of
them
were
walking
,
a
few
fortunate
ones
rode
bony
horses
and
mules
which
the
terms
of
the
surrender
had
permitted
them
to
keep
,
gaunt
animals
which
even
an
untrained
eye
could
tell
would
never
reach
far-away
Florida
and
south
Georgia
.
Going
home
!
Going
home
!
That
was
the
only
thought
in
the
soldiers
'
minds
.
Some
were
sad
and
silent
,
others
gay
and
contemptuous
of
hardships
,
but
the
thought
that
it
was
all
over
and
they
were
going
home
was
the
one
thing
that
sustained
them
.
Few
of
them
were
bitter
.
They
left
bitterness
to
their
women
and
their
old
people
.
They
had
fought
a
good
fight
,
had
been
licked
and
were
willing
to
settle
down
peaceably
to
plowing
beneath
the
flag
they
had
fought
.
