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I
wo
n't
be
a
big-mouthed
fool
,
she
thought
grimly
.
Let
others
break
their
hearts
over
the
old
days
and
the
men
who
'll
never
come
back
.
Let
others
burn
with
fury
over
the
Yankee
rule
and
losing
the
ballot
.
Let
others
go
to
jail
for
speaking
their
minds
and
get
themselves
hanged
for
being
in
the
Ku
Klux
Klan
.
(
Oh
,
what
a
dreaded
name
that
was
,
almost
as
terrifying
to
Scarlett
as
to
the
negroes
.
)
Let
other
women
be
proud
that
their
husbands
belonged
.
Thank
God
,
Frank
had
never
been
mixed
up
in
it
!
Let
others
stew
and
fume
and
plot
and
plan
about
things
they
could
not
help
.
What
did
the
past
matter
compared
with
the
tense
present
and
the
dubious
future
?
What
did
the
ballot
matter
when
bread
,
a
roof
and
staying
out
of
jail
were
the
real
problems
?
And
,
please
God
,
just
let
me
stay
out
of
trouble
until
June
!
Only
till
June
!
By
that
month
Scarlett
knew
she
would
be
forced
to
retire
into
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
and
remain
secluded
there
until
after
her
child
was
born
.
Already
people
were
criticizing
her
for
appearing
in
public
when
she
was
in
such
a
condition
.
No
lady
ever
showed
herself
when
she
was
pregnant
.
Already
Frank
and
Pitty
were
begging
her
not
to
expose
herself
--
and
them
--
to
embarrassment
and
she
had
promised
them
to
stop
work
in
June
.
Only
till
June
!
By
June
she
must
have
the
mill
well
enough
established
for
her
to
leave
it
.
By
June
she
must
have
money
enough
to
give
her
at
least
some
little
protection
against
misfortune
.
So
much
to
do
and
so
little
time
to
do
it
!
She
wished
for
more
hours
of
the
day
and
counted
the
minutes
,
as
she
strained
forward
feverishly
in
her
pursuit
of
money
and
still
more
money
.
Because
she
nagged
the
timid
Frank
,
the
store
was
doing
better
now
and
he
was
even
collecting
some
of
the
old
bills
.
But
it
was
the
sawmill
on
which
her
hopes
were
pinned
.
Atlanta
these
days
was
like
a
giant
plant
which
had
been
cut
to
the
ground
but
now
was
springing
up
again
with
sturdier
shoots
,
thicker
foliage
,
more
numerous
branches
.
The
demand
for
building
materials
was
far
greater
than
could
be
supplied
.
Prices
of
lumber
,
brick
and
stone
soared
and
Scarlett
kept
the
mill
running
from
dawn
until
lantern
light
.
A
part
of
every
day
she
spent
at
the
mill
,
prying
into
everything
,
doing
her
best
to
check
the
thievery
she
felt
sure
was
going
on
.
But
most
of
the
time
she
was
riding
about
the
town
,
making
the
rounds
of
builders
,
contractors
and
carpenters
,
even
calling
on
strangers
she
had
heard
might
build
at
future
dates
,
cajoling
them
into
promises
of
buying
from
her
and
her
only
.
Soon
she
was
a
familiar
sight
on
Atlanta
's
streets
,
sitting
in
her
buggy
beside
the
dignified
,
disapproving
old
darky
driver
,
a
lap
robe
pulled
high
about
her
,
her
little
mittened
hands
clasped
in
her
lap
.
Aunt
Pitty
had
made
her
a
pretty
green
mantelet
which
hid
her
figure
and
a
green
pancake
hat
which
matched
her
eyes
,
and
she
always
wore
these
becoming
garments
on
her
business
calls
.
A
faint
dab
of
rouge
on
her
cheeks
and
a
fainter
fragrance
of
cologne
made
her
a
charming
picture
,
as
long
as
she
did
not
alight
from
the
buggy
and
show
her
figure
.
And
there
was
seldom
any
need
for
this
,
for
she
smiled
and
beckoned
and
the
men
came
quickly
to
the
buggy
and
frequently
stood
bareheaded
in
the
rain
to
talk
business
with
her
.
She
was
not
the
only
one
who
had
seen
the
opportunities
for
making
money
out
of
lumber
,
but
she
did
not
fear
her
competitors
.
She
knew
with
conscious
pride
in
her
own
smartness
that
she
was
the
equal
of
any
of
them
.
She
was
Gerald
's
own
daughter
and
the
shrewd
trading
instinct
she
had
inherited
was
now
sharpened
by
her
needs
.
At
first
the
other
dealers
had
laughed
at
her
,
laughed
with
good-natured
contempt
at
the
very
idea
of
a
woman
in
business
.
But
now
they
did
not
laugh
.
They
swore
silently
as
they
saw
her
ride
by
.
The
fact
that
she
was
a
woman
frequently
worked
in
her
favor
,
for
she
could
upon
occasion
look
so
helpless
and
appealing
that
she
melted
hearts
.
With
no
difficulty
whatever
she
could
mutely
convey
the
impression
of
a
brave
but
timid
lady
,
forced
by
brutal
circumstance
into
a
distasteful
position
,
a
helpless
little
lady
who
would
probably
starve
if
customers
did
n't
buy
her
lumber
.
But
when
ladylike
airs
failed
to
get
results
she
was
coldly
businesslike
and
willingly
undersold
her
competitors
at
a
loss
to
herself
if
it
would
bring
her
a
new
customer
.
She
was
not
above
selling
a
poor
grade
of
lumber
for
the
price
of
good
lumber
if
she
thought
she
would
not
be
detected
,
and
she
had
no
scruples
about
black-guarding
the
other
lumber
dealers
.
With
every
appearance
of
reluctance
at
disclosing
the
unpleasant
truth
,
she
would
sigh
and
tell
prospective
customers
that
her
competitors
'
lumber
was
far
too
high
in
price
,
rotten
,
full
of
knot
holes
and
in
general
of
deplorably
poor
quality
.
