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She
reached
behind
her
and
jerked
the
little
girl
forward
.
She
was
a
brown
little
creature
,
with
skinny
legs
like
a
bird
and
a
myriad
of
pigtails
carefully
wrapped
with
twine
sticking
stiffly
out
from
her
head
.
She
had
sharp
,
knowing
eyes
that
missed
nothing
and
a
studiedly
stupid
look
on
her
face
.
"
Thank
you
,
Dilcey
,
"
Scarlett
replied
,
"
but
I
'm
afraid
Mammy
will
have
something
to
say
about
that
.
She
's
been
my
maid
ever
since
I
was
born
.
"
"
Mammy
getting
ole
,
"
said
Dilcey
,
with
a
calmness
that
would
have
enraged
Mammy
.
"
She
a
good
mammy
,
but
you
a
young
lady
now
and
needs
a
good
maid
,
and
my
Prissy
been
maidin
'
fo
'
Miss
India
fo
'
a
year
now
.
She
kin
sew
and
fix
hair
good
as
a
grown
pusson
.
"
Prodded
by
her
mother
,
Prissy
bobbed
a
sudden
curtsy
and
grinned
at
Scarlett
,
who
could
not
help
grinning
back
.
"
A
sharp
little
wench
,
"
she
thought
,
and
said
aloud
:
"
Thank
you
,
Dilcey
,
we
'll
see
about
it
when
Mother
comes
home
.
"
"
Thankee
,
Ma
'm
.
I
gives
you
a
good
night
,
"
said
Dilcey
and
,
turning
,
left
the
room
with
her
child
,
Pork
dancing
attendance
.
The
supper
things
cleared
away
,
Gerald
resumed
his
oration
,
but
with
little
satisfaction
to
himself
and
none
at
all
to
his
audience
.
His
thunderous
predictions
of
immediate
war
and
his
rhetorical
questions
as
to
whether
the
South
would
stand
for
further
insults
from
the
Yankees
only
produced
faintly
bored
,
"
Yes
,
Papas
"
and
"
No
,
Pas
.
"
Carreen
,
sitting
on
a
hassock
under
the
big
lamp
,
was
deep
in
the
romance
of
a
girl
who
had
taken
the
veil
after
her
lover
's
death
and
,
with
silent
tears
of
enjoyment
oozing
from
her
eyes
,
was
pleasurably
picturing
herself
in
a
white
coif
.
Suellen
,
embroidering
on
what
she
gigglingly
called
her
"
hope
chest
,
"
was
wondering
if
she
could
possibly
detach
Stuart
Tarleton
from
her
sister
's
side
at
the
barbecue
tomorrow
and
fascinate
him
with
the
sweet
womanly
qualities
which
she
possessed
and
Scarlett
did
not
.
And
Scarlett
was
in
a
tumult
about
Ashley
.
How
could
Pa
talk
on
and
on
about
Fort
Sumter
and
the
Yankees
when
he
knew
her
heart
was
breaking
?
As
usual
in
the
very
young
,
she
marveled
that
people
could
be
so
selfishly
oblivious
to
her
pain
and
the
world
rock
along
just
the
same
,
in
spite
of
her
heartbreak
.
Her
mind
was
as
if
a
cyclone
had
gone
through
it
,
and
it
seemed
strange
that
the
dining
room
where
they
sat
should
be
so
placid
,
so
unchanged
from
what
it
had
always
been
.
The
heavy
mahogany
table
and
sideboards
,
the
massive
silver
,
the
bright
rag
rugs
on
the
shining
floor
were
all
in
their
accustomed
places
,
just
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
It
was
a
friendly
and
comfortable
room
and
,
ordinarily
,
Scarlett
loved
the
quiet
hours
which
the
family
spent
there
after
supper
;
but
tonight
she
hated
the
sight
of
it
and
,
if
she
had
not
feared
her
father
's
loudly
bawled
questions
,
she
would
have
slipped
away
,
down
the
dark
hall
to
Ellen
's
little
office
and
cried
out
her
sorrow
on
the
old
sofa
.
That
was
the
room
that
Scarlett
liked
the
best
in
all
the
house
.
There
,
Ellen
sat
before
her
tall
secretary
each
morning
,
keeping
the
accounts
of
the
plantation
and
listening
to
the
reports
of
Jonas
Wilkerson
,
the
overseer
.
There
also
the
family
idled
while
Ellen
's
quill
scratched
across
her
ledgers
.
Gerald
in
the
old
rocker
,
the
girls
on
the
sagging
cushions
of
the
sofa
that
was
too
battered
and
worn
for
the
front
of
the
house
.
Scarlett
longed
to
be
there
now
,
alone
with
Ellen
,
so
she
could
put
her
head
in
her
mother
's
lap
and
cry
in
peace
.
Would
n't
Mother
ever
come
home
?
Then
,
wheels
ground
sharply
on
the
graveled
driveway
,
and
the
soft
murmur
of
Ellen
's
voice
dismissing
the
coachman
floated
into
the
room
.
The
whole
group
looked
up
eagerly
as
she
entered
rapidly
,
her
hoops
swaying
,
her
face
tired
and
sad
.
There
entered
with
her
the
faint
fragrance
of
lemon
verbena
sachet
,
which
seemed
always
to
creep
from
the
folds
of
her
dresses
,
a
fragrance
that
was
always
linked
in
Scarlett
's
mind
with
her
mother
.
Mammy
followed
at
a
few
paces
,
the
leather
bag
in
her
hand
,
her
underlip
pushed
out
and
her
brow
lowering
.
Mammy
muttered
darkly
to
herself
as
she
waddled
,
taking
care
that
her
remarks
were
pitched
too
low
to
be
understood
but
loud
enough
to
register
her
unqualified
disapproval
.
