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She
could
never
respect
a
man
who
let
her
run
over
him
and
the
timid
,
hesitant
attitude
he
displayed
in
any
unpleasant
situation
,
with
her
or
with
others
,
irritated
her
unbearably
.
But
she
could
have
overlooked
these
things
and
even
been
happy
,
now
that
some
of
her
money
problems
were
being
solved
,
except
for
her
constantly
renewed
exasperation
growing
out
of
the
many
incidents
which
showed
that
Frank
was
neither
a
good
business
man
nor
did
he
want
her
to
be
a
good
business
man
.
As
she
expected
,
he
had
refused
to
collect
the
unpaid
bills
until
she
prodded
him
into
it
,
and
then
he
had
done
it
apologetically
and
half
heartedly
.
That
experience
was
the
final
evidence
she
needed
to
show
her
that
the
Kennedy
family
would
never
have
more
than
a
bare
living
,
unless
she
personally
made
the
money
she
was
determined
to
have
.
She
knew
now
that
Frank
would
be
contented
to
dawdle
along
with
his
dirty
little
store
for
the
rest
of
his
life
.
He
did
n't
seem
to
realize
what
a
slender
fingerhold
they
had
on
security
and
how
important
it
was
to
make
more
money
in
these
troublous
times
when
money
was
the
only
protection
against
fresh
calamities
.
Frank
might
have
been
a
successful
business
man
in
the
easy
days
before
the
war
but
he
was
so
annoyingly
old-fashioned
,
she
thought
,
and
so
stubborn
about
wanting
to
do
things
in
the
old
ways
,
when
the
old
ways
and
the
old
days
were
gone
.
He
was
utterly
lacking
in
the
aggressiveness
needed
in
these
new
bitter
times
.
Well
,
she
had
the
aggressiveness
and
she
intended
to
use
it
,
whether
Frank
liked
it
or
not
.
They
needed
money
and
she
was
making
money
and
it
was
hard
work
.
The
very
least
Frank
could
do
,
in
her
opinion
,
was
not
to
interfere
with
her
plans
which
were
getting
results
.
With
her
inexperience
,
operating
the
new
mill
was
no
easy
job
and
competition
was
keener
now
than
it
had
been
at
first
,
so
she
was
usually
tired
and
worried
and
cross
when
she
came
home
at
nights
.
And
when
Frank
would
cough
apologetically
and
say
:
"
Sugar
,
I
would
n't
do
this
,
"
or
"
I
would
n't
do
that
,
Sugar
,
if
I
were
you
,
"
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
restrain
herself
from
flying
into
a
rage
,
and
frequently
she
did
not
restrain
herself
.
If
he
did
n't
have
the
gumption
to
get
out
and
make
some
money
,
why
was
he
always
finding
fault
with
her
?
And
the
things
he
nagged
her
about
were
so
silly
!
What
difference
did
it
make
in
times
like
these
if
she
was
being
unwomanly
?
Especially
when
her
unwomanly
sawmill
was
bringing
in
money
they
needed
so
badly
,
she
and
the
family
and
Tara
,
and
Frank
too
.
Frank
wanted
rest
and
quiet
.
The
war
in
which
he
had
served
so
conscientiously
had
wrecked
his
health
,
cost
him
his
fortune
and
made
him
an
old
man
.
He
regretted
none
of
these
things
and
after
four
years
of
war
,
all
he
asked
of
life
was
peace
and
kindliness
,
loving
faces
about
him
and
the
approval
of
friends
.
He
soon
found
that
domestic
peace
had
its
price
,
and
that
price
was
letting
Scarlett
have
her
own
way
,
no
matter
what
she
might
wish
to
do
.
So
,
because
he
was
tired
,
he
bought
peace
at
her
own
terms
.
Sometimes
,
he
thought
it
was
worth
it
to
have
her
smiling
when
she
opened
the
front
door
in
the
cold
twilights
,
kissing
him
on
the
ear
or
the
nose
or
some
other
inappropriate
place
,
to
feel
her
head
snuggling
drowsily
on
his
shoulder
at
night
under
warm
quilts
.
Home
life
could
be
so
pleasant
when
Scarlett
was
having
her
own
way
.
But
the
peace
he
gained
was
hollow
,
only
an
outward
semblance
,
for
he
had
purchased
it
at
the
cost
of
everything
he
held
to
be
right
in
married
life
.
"
A
woman
ought
to
pay
more
attention
to
her
home
and
her
family
and
not
be
gadding
about
like
a
man
,
"
he
thought
.
"
Now
,
if
she
just
had
a
baby
--
"
He
smiled
when
he
thought
of
a
baby
and
he
thought
of
a
baby
very
often
.
Scarlett
had
been
most
outspoken
about
not
wanting
a
child
,
but
then
babies
seldom
waited
to
be
invited
.
Frank
knew
that
many
women
said
they
did
n't
want
babies
but
that
was
all
foolishness
and
fear
.
If
Scarlett
had
a
baby
,
she
would
love
it
and
be
content
to
stay
home
and
tend
it
like
other
women
.
Then
she
would
be
forced
to
sell
the
mill
and
his
problems
would
be
ended
All
women
needed
babies
to
make
them
completely
happy
and
Frank
knew
that
Scarlett
was
not
happy
.
Ignorant
as
he
was
of
women
,
he
was
not
so
blind
that
he
could
not
see
she
was
unhappy
at
times
.
Sometimes
he
awoke
at
night
and
heard
the
soft
sound
of
tears
muffled
in
the
pillow
.
The
first
time
he
had
waked
to
feel
the
bed
shaking
with
her
sobbing
,
he
had
questioned
,
in
alarm
:
"
Sugar
,
what
is
it
?
"
and
had
been
rebuked
by
a
passionate
cry
:
"
Oh
,
let
me
alone
!
"
