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At
these
last
sounds
,
the
twins
realized
it
was
time
they
were
starting
home
.
But
they
were
loath
to
face
their
mother
and
they
lingered
on
the
porch
of
Tara
,
momentarily
expecting
Scarlett
to
give
them
an
invitation
to
supper
.
"
Look
,
Scarlett
.
About
tomorrow
,
"
said
Brent
.
"
Just
because
we
've
been
away
and
did
n't
know
about
the
barbecue
and
the
ball
,
that
's
no
reason
why
we
should
n't
get
plenty
of
dances
tomorrow
night
.
You
have
n't
promised
them
all
,
have
you
?
"
"
Well
,
I
have
!
How
did
I
know
you
all
would
be
home
?
I
could
n't
risk
being
a
wallflower
just
waiting
on
you
two
.
"
"
You
a
wallflower
!
"
The
boys
laughed
uproariously
.
"
Look
,
honey
.
You
've
got
to
give
me
the
first
waltz
and
Stu
the
last
one
and
you
've
got
to
eat
supper
with
us
.
We
'll
sit
on
the
stair
landing
like
we
did
at
the
last
ball
and
get
Mammy
Jincy
to
come
tell
our
fortunes
again
.
"
"
I
do
n't
like
Mammy
Jincy
's
fortunes
.
You
know
she
said
I
was
going
to
marry
a
gentleman
with
jet-black
hair
and
a
long
black
mustache
,
and
I
do
n't
like
black-haired
gentlemen
.
"
"
You
like
'em
red-headed
,
do
n't
you
,
honey
?
"
grinned
Brent
.
"
Now
,
come
on
,
promise
us
all
the
waltzes
and
the
supper
.
"
"
If
you
'll
promise
,
we
'll
tell
you
a
secret
,
"
said
Stuart
.
"
What
?
"
cried
Scarlett
,
alert
as
a
child
at
the
word
.
"
Is
it
what
we
heard
yesterday
in
Atlanta
,
Stu
?
If
it
is
,
you
know
we
promised
not
to
tell
.
"
