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"
Brother
Henry
says
he
does
n't
know
how
he
'll
make
ends
meet
with
the
load
he
's
carrying
and
the
taxes
so
high
but
,
of
course
,
he
's
probably
lying
and
has
loads
of
money
and
just
wo
n't
give
me
much
.
"
Scarlett
knew
Uncle
Henry
was
n't
lying
.
The
few
letters
she
had
had
from
him
in
connection
with
Charles
'
property
showed
that
.
The
old
lawyer
was
battling
valiantly
to
save
the
house
and
the
one
piece
of
downtown
property
where
the
warehouse
had
been
,
so
Wade
and
Scarlett
would
have
something
left
from
the
wreckage
.
Scarlett
knew
he
was
carrying
these
taxes
for
her
at
a
great
sacrifice
.
"
Of
course
,
he
has
n't
any
money
,
"
thought
Scarlett
grimly
.
"
Well
,
check
him
and
Aunt
Pitty
off
my
list
.
There
's
nobody
left
but
Rhett
.
I
'll
have
to
do
it
.
I
must
do
it
.
But
I
must
n't
think
about
it
now
...
I
must
get
her
to
talking
about
Rhett
so
I
can
casually
suggest
to
her
to
invite
him
to
call
tomorrow
.
"
She
smiled
and
squeezed
the
plump
palms
of
Aunt
Pitty
between
her
own
.
"
Darling
Auntie
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
n't
let
's
talk
about
distressing
things
like
money
any
more
.
Let
's
forget
about
them
and
talk
of
pleasanter
things
.
You
must
tell
me
all
the
news
about
our
old
friends
.
How
is
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
Maybelle
?
I
heard
that
Maybelle
's
little
Creole
came
home
safely
.
How
are
the
Elsings
and
Dr.
and
Mrs.
Meade
?
"
Pittypat
brightened
at
the
change
of
subject
and
her
baby
face
stopped
quivering
with
tears
.
She
gave
detailed
reports
about
old
neighbors
,
what
they
were
doing
and
wearing
and
eating
and
thinking
.
She
told
with
accents
of
horror
how
,
before
Rene
Picard
came
home
from
the
war
,
Mrs.
Merriwether
and
Maybelle
had
made
ends
meet
by
baking
pies
and
selling
them
to
the
Yankee
soldiers
.
Imagine
that
!
Sometimes
there
were
two
dozen
Yankees
standing
in
the
back
yard
of
the
Merriwether
home
,
waiting
for
the
baking
to
be
finished
.
Now
that
Rene
was
home
,
he
drove
an
old
wagon
to
the
Yankee
camp
every
day
and
sold
cakes
and
pies
and
beaten
biscuits
to
the
soldiers
.
Mrs.
Merriwether
said
that
when
she
made
a
little
more
money
she
was
going
to
open
a
bake
shop
downtown
.
Pitty
did
not
wish
to
criticize
but
after
all
--
As
for
herself
,
said
Pitty
,
she
would
rather
starve
than
have
such
commerce
with
Yankees
.
She
made
a
point
of
giving
a
disdainful
look
to
every
soldier
she
met
,
and
crossed
to
the
other
side
of
the
street
in
as
insulting
a
manner
as
possible
,
though
,
she
said
,
this
was
quite
inconvenient
in
wet
weather
.
Scarlett
gathered
that
no
sacrifice
,
even
though
it
be
muddy
shoes
,
was
too
great
to
show
loyalty
to
the
Confederacy
in
so
far
as
Miss
Pittypat
was
concerned
.
Mrs.
Meade
and
the
doctor
had
lost
their
home
when
the
Yankees
fired
the
town
and
they
had
neither
the
money
nor
the
heart
to
rebuild
,
now
that
Phil
and
Darcy
were
dead
.
Mrs.
Meade
said
she
never
wanted
a
home
again
,
for
what
was
a
home
without
children
and
grandchildren
in
it
?
They
were
very
lonely
and
had
gone
to
live
with
the
Elsings
who
had
rebuilt
the
damaged
part
of
their
home
.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Whiting
had
a
room
there
,
too
,
and
Mrs.
Bonnell
was
talking
of
moving
in
,
if
she
was
fortunate
enough
to
rent
her
house
to
a
Yankee
officer
and
his
family
.
"
But
how
do
they
all
squeeze
in
?
"
cried
Scarlett
.
"
There
's
Mrs.
Elsing
and
Fanny
and
Hugh
--
"
