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"
So
you
needs
a
spang
new
pretty
dress
ter
borry
money
wid
.
Dat
doan
lissen
jes
'
right
ter
me
.
An
'
you
ain
'
sayin
'
whar
de
money
ter
come
frum
.
"
"
I
'm
not
saying
anything
,
"
said
Scarlett
indignantly
.
"
It
's
my
own
business
.
Are
you
going
to
give
me
that
curtain
and
help
me
make
the
dress
?
"
"
Yas
'm
,
"
said
Mammy
softly
,
capitulating
with
a
suddenness
which
aroused
all
the
suspicion
in
Scarlett
's
mind
.
"
Ah
gwine
he
'
p
you
mek
it
an
'
Ah
specs
we
mout
git
a
petticoat
outer
de
satin
linin
'
of
de
po
'
teers
an
'
trim
a
pa
'
r
pantalets
wid
de
lace
cuttins
.
"
She
handed
the
velvet
curtain
back
to
Scarlett
and
a
sly
smile
spread
over
her
face
.
"
Miss
Melly
gwine
ter
'
Lanta
wid
you
,
Miss
Scarlett
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Scarlett
sharply
,
beginning
to
realize
what
was
coming
.
"
I
'm
going
by
myself
.
"
"
Dat
's
whut
you
thinks
,
"
said
Mammy
firmly
,
"
but
Ah
is
gwine
wid
you
an
'
dat
new
dress
.
Yas
,
Ma
'm
,
eve
'
y
step
of
de
way
.
"
For
an
instant
Scarlett
envisaged
her
trip
to
Atlanta
and
her
conversation
with
Rhett
with
Mammy
glowering
chaperonage
like
a
large
black
Cerberus
in
the
background
.
She
smiled
again
and
put
a
hand
on
Mammy
's
arm
.
"
Mammy
darling
,
you
're
sweet
to
want
to
go
with
me
and
help
me
,
but
how
on
earth
would
the
folks
here
get
on
without
you
?
You
know
you
just
about
run
Tara
.
"
