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She
say
fer
me
ter
tell
y'
all
plain
as
Ah
knows
how
dat
she
jes
'
kain
unnerstan
'
y'
all
desertin
'
her
in
her
hour
of
need
.
"
"
Now
,
hesh
!
"
said
Mammy
tartly
,
for
it
sat
ill
upon
her
to
hear
Tara
referred
to
as
an
"
ole
farm
.
"
Trust
an
ignorant
city-bred
darky
not
to
know
the
difference
between
a
farm
and
a
plantation
.
"
Ain
'
us
got
no
hours
of
need
?
Ain
'
us
needin
'
Miss
Scarlett
an
'
Miss
Melly
right
hyah
an
'
needin
'
dem
bad
?
Huccome
Miss
Pitty
doan
ast
her
brudder
fer
'
sistance
,
does
she
need
any
?
"
Uncle
Peter
gave
her
a
withering
look
.
"
Us
ain
'
had
nuthin
'
ter
do
wid
Mist
'
Henry
fer
y'
ars
,
an
'
us
is
too
ole
ter
start
now
.
"
He
turned
back
to
the
girls
,
who
were
trying
to
suppress
their
smiles
.
"
You
young
Misses
ought
ter
tek
shame
,
leavin
'
po
'
Miss
Pitty
'
lone
,
wid
half
her
frens
daid
an
'
de
other
half
in
Macom
,
an
'
'
Lanta
full
of
Yankee
sojers
an
'
trashy
free
issue
niggers
.
"
The
two
girls
had
borne
the
castigation
with
straight
faces
as
long
as
they
could
,
but
the
thought
of
Aunt
Pitty
sending
Peter
to
scold
them
and
bring
them
back
bodily
to
Atlanta
was
too
much
for
their
control
.
They
burst
into
laughter
and
hung
on
each
other
's
shoulders
for
support
.
Naturally
,
Pork
and
Dilcey
and
Mammy
gave
vent
to
loud
guffaws
at
hearing
the
detractor
of
their
beloved
Tara
set
at
naught
.
Suellen
and
Carreen
giggled
and
even
Gerald
's
face
wore
a
vague
smile
.
Everyone
laughed
except
Peter
,
who
shifted
from
one
large
splayed
foot
to
the
other
in
mounting
indignation
.
"
Whut
's
wrong
wid
you
,
nigger
?
"
inquired
Mammy
with
a
grin
.
"
Is
you
gittin
'
too
ole
ter
perteck
yo
'
own
Missus
?
"
Peter
was
outraged
.
"
Too
ole
!
Me
too
ole
?
No
,
Ma
'm
!
Ah
kin
perteck
Miss
Pitty
lak
Ah
allus
done
.
Ain
'
Ah
perteck
her
down
ter
Macom
when
us
refugeed
?
Ain
'
Ah
perteck
her
w
'
en
de
Yankees
come
ter
Macom
an
'
she
so
sceered
she
faintin
'
all
de
time
?
An
'
ain
'
Ah
'
quire
disyere
nag
ter
bring
her
back
ter
'
Lanta
an
'
perteck
her
an
'
her
pa
's
silver
all
de
way
?
"
Peter
drew
himself
to
his
full
height
as
he
vindicated
himself
.
"
Ah
ain
'
talkin
'
about
perteckin
'
.
Ah
's
talkin
'
'
bout
how
it
LOOK
.
"
"
How
who
look
?
"
"
Ah
'm
talkin
'
'
bout
how
it
look
ter
folks
,
seein
'
Miss
Pitty
livin
'
'
lone
.
Folks
talks
scan
'
lous
'
bout
maiden
ladies
dat
lives
by
deyseff
,
"
continued
Peter
,
and
it
was
obvious
to
his
listeners
that
Pittypat
,
in
his
mind
,
was
still
a
plump
and
charming
miss
of
sixteen
who
must
be
sheltered
against
evil
tongues
.
"
An
'
Ah
ain
'
figgerin
'
on
havin
'
folks
criticize
her
.
No
,
ma
'm
...
An
'
Ah
ain
'
figgerin
'
on
her
takin
'
in
no
bo
'd
ers
,
jes
'
fer
comp
'n
y
needer
.
Ah
done
tole
her
dat
.
'
Not
w
'
ile
you
got
yo
'
flesh
an
'
blood
dat
belongs
wid
you
,
'
Ah
says
.
An
'
now
her
flesh
an
'
blood
denyin
'
her
.
Miss
Pitty
ain
'
nuthin
'
but
a
chile
an
'
--
"
