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Little
Mrs.
Hamilton
was
such
a
pretty
pink-cheeked
person
,
alternating
between
melancholy
sighs
when
she
thought
of
her
sad
plight
,
and
laughter
as
gay
and
sweet
as
the
tinkling
of
tiny
silver
bells
when
he
made
small
jokes
to
cheer
her
.
Her
green
gown
,
now
neatly
cleaned
by
Mammy
,
showed
off
her
slender
figure
with
its
tiny
waist
to
perfection
,
and
how
bewitching
was
the
faint
fragrance
which
always
clung
about
her
handkerchief
and
her
hair
!
It
was
a
shame
that
such
a
fine
little
woman
should
be
alone
and
helpless
in
a
world
so
rough
that
she
did
n't
even
understand
its
harshness
.
No
husband
nor
brother
nor
even
a
father
now
to
protect
her
.
Frank
thought
the
world
too
rude
a
place
for
a
lone
woman
and
,
in
that
idea
,
Scarlett
silently
and
heartily
concurred
.
He
came
to
call
every
night
,
for
the
atmosphere
of
Pitty
's
house
was
pleasant
and
soothing
.
Mammy
's
smile
at
the
front
door
was
the
smile
reserved
for
quality
folks
,
Pitty
served
him
coffee
laced
with
brandy
and
fluttered
about
him
and
Scarlett
hung
on
his
every
utterance
.
Sometimes
in
the
afternoons
he
took
Scarlett
riding
with
him
in
his
buggy
when
he
went
out
on
business
.
These
rides
were
merry
affairs
because
she
asked
so
many
foolish
questions
--
"
just
like
a
woman
,
"
he
told
himself
approvingly
.
He
could
n't
help
laughing
at
her
ignorance
about
business
matters
and
she
laughed
too
,
saying
:
"
Well
,
of
course
,
you
ca
n't
expect
a
silly
little
woman
like
me
to
understand
men
's
affairs
.
"
She
made
him
feel
,
for
the
first
time
in
his
old-maidish
life
,
that
he
was
a
strong
upstanding
man
fashioned
by
God
in
a
nobler
mold
than
other
men
,
fashioned
to
protect
silly
helpless
women
.
When
,
at
last
,
they
stood
together
to
be
married
,
her
confiding
little
hand
in
his
and
her
downcast
lashes
throwing
thick
black
crescents
on
her
pink
cheeks
,
he
still
did
not
know
how
it
all
came
about
.
He
only
knew
he
had
done
something
romantic
and
exciting
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
.
He
,
Frank
Kennedy
,
had
swept
this
lovely
creature
off
her
feet
and
into
his
strong
arms
.
That
was
a
heady
feeling
.
No
friend
or
relative
stood
up
with
them
at
their
marriage
.
The
witnesses
were
strangers
called
in
from
the
street
.
Scarlett
had
insisted
on
that
and
he
had
given
in
,
though
reluctantly
,
for
he
would
have
liked
his
sister
and
his
brother-inlaw
from
Jonesboro
to
be
with
him
.
And
a
reception
with
toasts
drunk
to
the
bride
in
Miss
Pitty
's
parlor
amid
happy
friends
would
have
been
a
joy
to
him
.
But
Scarlett
would
not
hear
of
even
Miss
Pitty
being
present
.
"
Just
us
two
,
Frank
,
"
she
begged
,
squeezing
his
arm
.
"
Like
an
elopement
.
I
always
did
want
to
run
away
and
be
married
!
Please
,
sweetheart
,
just
for
me
!
"
It
was
that
endearing
term
,
still
so
new
to
his
ears
,
and
the
bright
teardrops
which
edged
her
pale
green
eyes
as
she
looked
up
pleadingly
at
him
that
won
him
over
.
After
all
,
a
man
had
to
make
some
concessions
to
his
bride
,
especially
about
the
wedding
,
for
women
set
such
a
store
by
sentimental
things
.
And
before
he
knew
it
,
he
was
married
.
Frank
gave
her
the
three
hundred
dollars
,
bewildered
by
her
sweet
urgency
,
reluctant
at
first
,
because
it
meant
the
end
of
his
hope
of
buying
the
sawmill
immediately
.
