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"
To
the
mill
in
this
rain
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
want
to
buy
that
mill
now
,
before
you
change
your
mind
.
"
He
laughed
so
loudly
the
boy
behind
the
counter
started
and
looked
at
him
curiously
.
"
Have
you
forgotten
you
are
married
?
Mrs.
Kennedy
ca
n't
afford
to
be
seen
driving
out
into
the
country
with
that
Butler
reprobate
,
who
is
n't
received
in
the
best
parlors
.
Have
you
forgotten
your
reputation
?
"
"
Reputation
,
fiddle-dee-dee
!
I
want
that
mill
before
you
change
your
mind
or
Frank
finds
out
that
I
'm
buying
it
.
Do
n't
be
a
slow
poke
,
Rhett
.
What
's
a
little
rain
?
Let
's
hurry
.
"
That
sawmill
!
Frank
groaned
every
time
he
thought
of
it
,
cursing
himself
for
ever
mentioning
it
to
her
.
It
was
bad
enough
for
her
to
sell
her
earrings
to
Captain
Butler
(
of
all
people
!
)
and
buy
the
mill
without
even
consulting
her
own
husband
about
it
,
but
it
was
worse
still
that
she
did
not
turn
it
over
to
him
to
operate
.
That
looked
bad
.
As
if
she
did
not
trust
him
or
his
judgment
.
Frank
,
in
common
with
all
men
he
knew
,
felt
that
a
wife
should
be
guided
by
her
husband
's
superior
knowledge
,
should
accept
his
opinions
in
full
and
have
none
of
her
own
.
He
would
have
given
most
women
their
own
way
.
Women
were
such
funny
little
creatures
and
it
never
hurt
to
humor
their
small
whims
.
Mild
and
gentle
by
nature
,
it
was
not
in
him
to
deny
a
wife
much
.
He
would
have
enjoyed
gratifying
the
foolish
notions
of
some
soft
little
person
and
scolding
her
lovingly
for
her
stupidity
and
extravagance
.
But
the
things
Scarlett
set
her
mind
on
were
unthinkable
.
That
sawmill
,
for
example
.
It
was
the
shock
of
his
life
when
she
told
him
with
a
sweet
smile
,
in
answer
to
his
questions
,
that
she
intended
to
run
it
herself
.
"
Go
into
the
lumber
business
myself
,
"
was
the
way
she
put
it
.
Frank
would
never
forget
the
horror
of
that
moment
.
Go
into
business
for
herself
!
It
was
unthinkable
.
There
were
no
women
in
business
in
Atlanta
.
In
fact
,
Frank
had
never
heard
of
a
woman
in
business
anywhere
.
If
women
were
so
unfortunate
as
to
be
compelled
to
make
a
little
money
to
assist
their
families
in
these
hard
times
,
they
made
it
in
quiet
womanly
ways
--
baking
as
Mrs.
Merriwether
was
doing
,
or
painting
china
and
sewing
and
keeping
boarders
,
like
Mrs.
Elsing
and
Fanny
,
or
teaching
school
like
Mrs.
Meade
or
giving
music
lessons
like
Mrs.
Bonnell
.
These
ladies
made
money
but
they
kept
themselves
at
home
while
they
did
it
,
as
a
woman
should
.
But
for
a
woman
to
leave
the
protection
of
her
home
and
venture
out
into
the
rough
world
of
men
,
competing
with
them
in
business
,
rubbing
shoulders
with
them
,
being
exposed
to
insult
and
gossip
...
Especially
when
she
was
n't
forced
to
do
it
,
when
she
had
a
husband
amply
able
to
provide
for
her
!
