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This
warmth
was
very
profitable
--
as
Scarlett
had
intended
it
to
be
.
Many
of
the
officers
of
the
garrison
,
not
knowing
how
long
they
would
be
stationed
in
Atlanta
,
had
sent
for
their
wives
and
families
.
As
the
hotels
and
boarding
houses
were
overflowing
,
they
were
building
small
houses
;
and
they
were
glad
to
buy
their
lumber
from
the
gracious
Mrs.
Kennedy
,
who
treated
them
more
politely
than
anyone
else
in
town
.
The
Carpetbaggers
and
Scallawags
also
,
who
were
building
fine
homes
and
stores
and
hotels
with
their
new
wealth
,
found
it
more
pleasant
to
do
business
with
her
than
with
the
former
Confederate
soldiers
who
were
courteous
but
with
a
courtesy
more
formal
and
cold
than
outspoken
hate
.
So
,
because
she
was
pretty
and
charming
and
could
appear
quite
helpless
and
forlorn
at
times
,
they
gladly
patronized
her
lumber
yard
and
also
Frank
's
store
,
feeling
that
they
should
help
a
plucky
little
woman
who
apparently
had
only
a
shiftless
husband
to
support
her
.
And
Scarlett
,
watching
the
business
grow
,
felt
that
she
was
safeguarding
not
only
the
present
with
Yankee
money
but
the
future
with
Yankee
friends
.
Keeping
her
relations
with
the
Yankee
officers
on
the
plane
she
desired
was
easier
than
she
expected
,
for
they
all
seemed
to
be
in
awe
of
Southern
ladies
,
but
Scarlett
soon
found
that
their
wives
presented
a
problem
she
had
not
anticipated
.
Contacts
with
the
Yankee
women
were
not
of
her
seeking
.
She
would
have
been
glad
to
avoid
them
but
she
could
not
,
for
the
officers
'
wives
were
determined
to
meet
her
.
They
had
an
avid
curiosity
about
the
South
and
Southern
women
,
and
Scarlett
gave
them
their
first
opportunity
to
satisfy
it
.
Other
Atlanta
women
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
them
and
even
refused
to
bow
to
them
in
church
,
so
when
business
brought
Scarlett
to
their
homes
,
she
was
like
an
answer
to
prayer
.
Often
when
Scarlett
sat
in
her
buggy
in
front
of
a
Yankee
home
talking
of
uprights
and
shingles
with
the
man
of
the
house
,
the
wife
came
out
to
join
in
the
conversation
or
insist
that
she
come
inside
for
a
cup
of
tea
.
Scarlett
seldom
refused
,
no
matter
how
distasteful
the
idea
might
be
,
for
she
always
hoped
to
have
an
opportunity
to
suggest
tactfully
that
they
do
their
trading
at
Frank
's
store
.
But
her
self-control
was
severely
tested
many
times
,
because
of
the
personal
questions
they
asked
and
because
of
the
smug
and
condescending
attitude
they
displayed
toward
all
things
Southern
.
Accepting
Uncle
Tom
's
Cabin
as
revelation
second
only
to
the
Bible
,
the
Yankee
women
all
wanted
to
know
about
the
bloodhounds
which
every
Southerner
kept
to
track
down
runaway
slaves
.
And
they
never
believed
her
when
she
told
them
she
had
only
seen
one
bloodhound
in
all
her
life
and
it
was
a
small
mild
dog
and
not
a
huge
ferocious
mastiff
.
They
wanted
to
know
about
the
dreadful
branding
irons
which
planters
used
to
mark
the
faces
of
their
slaves
and
the
cat-o
'
-
nine-tails
with
which
they
beat
them
to
death
,
and
they
evidenced
what
Scarlett
felt
was
a
very
nasty
and
ill-bred
interest
in
slave
concubinage
.
Especially
did
she
resent
this
in
view
of
the
enormous
increase
in
mulatto
babies
in
Atlanta
since
the
Yankee
soldiers
had
settled
in
the
town
.
Any
other
Atlanta
woman
would
have
expired
in
rage
at
having
to
listen
to
such
bigoted
ignorance
but
Scarlett
managed
to
control
herself
.
Assisting
her
in
this
was
the
fact
that
they
aroused
her
contempt
more
than
her
anger
.
After
all
,
they
were
Yankees
and
no
one
expected
anything
better
from
Yankees
.
So
their
unthinking
insults
to
her
state
,
her
people
and
their
morals
,
glanced
off
and
never
struck
deep
enough
to
cause
her
more
than
a
well-concealed
sneer
until
an
incident
occurred
which
made
her
sick
with
rage
and
showed
her
,
if
she
needed
any
showing
,
how
wide
was
the
gap
between
North
and
South
and
how
utterly
impossible
it
was
to
bridge
it
.
While
driving
home
with
Uncle
Peter
one
afternoon
,
she
passed
the
house
into
which
were
crowded
the
families
of
three
officers
who
were
building
their
own
homes
with
Scarlett
's
lumber
.
The
three
wives
were
standing
in
the
walk
as
she
drove
by
and
they
waved
to
her
to
stop
.
Coming
out
to
the
carriage
block
they
greeted
her
in
accents
that
always
made
her
feel
that
one
could
forgive
Yankees
almost
anything
except
their
voices
.
"
You
are
just
the
person
I
want
to
see
,
Mrs.
Kennedy
,
"
said
a
tall
thin
woman
from
Maine
.
"
I
want
to
get
some
information
about
this
benighted
town
.
"
Scarlett
swallowed
the
insult
to
Atlanta
with
the
contempt
it
deserved
and
smiled
her
best
.
"
And
what
can
I
tell
you
?
"
