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"
Whut
dat
?
"
asked
Mammy
suspiciously
.
Scarlett
met
her
eyes
with
a
coldness
she
was
far
from
feeling
.
There
was
never
any
way
of
knowing
just
how
far
Mammy
could
be
bullied
.
"
Never
you
mind
.
Just
ask
for
it
.
"
"
Ah
ain
'
buyin
nuthin
'
dat
Ah
doan
know
whut
'
tis
.
"
"
Well
,
it
's
paint
,
if
you
're
so
curious
!
Face
paint
.
Do
n't
stand
there
and
swell
up
like
a
toad
.
Go
on
.
"
"
Paint
!
"
ejaculated
Mammy
.
"
Face
paint
!
Well
,
you
ain
'
so
big
dat
Ah
kain
whup
you
!
Ah
ain
'
never
been
so
scan
'
lized
!
You
is
los
'
yo
'
mine
!
Miss
Ellen
be
tuhnin
'
in
her
grabe
dis
minute
!
Paintin
'
yo
face
lak
a
--
"
"
You
know
very
well
Grandma
Robillard
painted
her
face
and
--
"
"
Yas
'm
,
an
'
wo
'
only
one
petticoat
an
'
it
wrang
out
wid
water
ter
mek
it
stick
an
'
show
de
shape
of
her
laigs
,
but
dat
ain
'
sayin
'
you
is
gwine
do
sumpin
'
lak
dat
!
Times
wuz
scan
'
lous
w
'
en
Ole
Miss
wuz
young
but
times
changes
,
dey
do
an
'
--
"
"
Name
of
God
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
losing
her
temper
and
throwing
back
the
covers
.
"
You
can
go
straight
back
to
Tara
!
"
