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Such
a
glowing
morning
usually
called
Scarlett
to
the
window
,
to
lean
arms
on
the
broad
sill
and
drink
in
the
scents
and
sounds
of
Tara
.
But
,
today
she
had
no
eye
for
sun
or
azure
sky
beyond
a
hasty
thought
,
"
Thank
God
,
it
is
n't
raining
.
"
On
the
bed
lay
the
apple-green
,
watered-silk
ball
dress
with
its
festoons
of
ecru
lace
,
neatly
packed
in
a
large
cardboard
box
.
It
was
ready
to
be
carried
to
Twelve
Oaks
to
be
donned
before
the
dancing
began
,
but
Scarlett
shrugged
at
the
sight
of
it
.
If
her
plans
were
successful
,
she
would
not
wear
that
dress
tonight
.
Long
before
the
ball
began
,
she
and
Ashley
would
be
on
their
way
to
Jonesboro
to
be
married
.
The
troublesome
question
was
--
what
dress
should
she
wear
to
the
barbecue
?
What
dress
would
best
set
off
her
charms
and
make
her
most
irresistible
to
Ashley
?
Since
eight
o'clock
she
had
been
trying
on
and
rejecting
dresses
,
and
now
she
stood
dejected
and
irritable
in
lace
pantalets
,
linen
corset
cover
and
three
billowing
lace
and
linen
petticoats
.
Discarded
garments
lay
about
her
on
the
floor
,
the
bed
,
the
chairs
,
in
bright
heaps
of
color
and
straying
ribbons
.
The
rose
organdie
with
long
pink
sash
was
becoming
,
but
she
had
worn
it
last
summer
when
Melanie
visited
Twelve
Oaks
and
she
'd
be
sure
to
remember
it
.
And
might
be
catty
enough
to
mention
it
.
The
black
bombazine
,
with
its
puffed
sleeves
and
princess
lace
collar
,
set
off
her
white
skin
superbly
,
but
it
did
make
her
look
a
trifle
elderly
.
Scarlett
peered
anxiously
in
the
mirror
at
her
sixteen-year-old
face
as
if
expecting
to
see
wrinkles
and
sagging
chin
muscles
.
It
would
never
do
to
appear
sedate
and
elderly
before
Melanie
's
sweet
youthfulness
.
The
lavender
barred
muslin
was
beautiful
with
those
wide
insets
of
lace
and
net
about
the
hem
,
but
it
had
never
suited
her
type
.
It
would
suit
Carreen
's
delicate
profile
and
wishy-washy
expression
perfectly
,
but
Scarlett
felt
that
it
made
her
look
like
a
schoolgirl
.
It
would
never
do
to
appear
schoolgirlish
beside
Melanie
's
poised
self
.
The
green
plaid
taffeta
,
frothing
with
flounces
and
each
flounce
edged
in
green
velvet
ribbon
,
was
most
becoming
,
in
fact
her
favorite
dress
,
for
it
darkened
her
eyes
to
emerald
.
But
there
was
unmistakably
a
grease
spot
on
the
front
of
the
basque
.
Of
course
,
her
brooch
could
be
pinned
over
the
spot
,
but
perhaps
Melanie
had
sharp
eyes
.
There
remained
varicolored
cotton
dresses
which
Scarlett
felt
were
not
festive
enough
for
the
occasion
,
ball
dresses
and
the
green
sprigged
muslin
she
had
worn
yesterday
.
But
it
was
an
afternoon
dress
.
It
was
not
suitable
for
a
barbecue
,
for
it
had
only
tiny
puffed
sleeves
and
the
neck
was
low
enough
for
a
dancing
dress
.
But
there
was
nothing
else
to
do
but
wear
it
.
After
all
she
was
not
ashamed
of
her
neck
and
arms
and
bosom
,
even
if
it
was
not
correct
to
show
them
in
the
morning
.
As
she
stood
before
the
mirror
and
twisted
herself
about
to
get
a
side
view
,
she
thought
that
there
was
absolutely
nothing
about
her
figure
to
cause
her
shame
.
Her
neck
was
short
but
rounded
and
her
arms
plump
and
enticing
.
Her
breasts
,
pushed
high
by
her
stays
,
were
very
nice
breasts
.
She
had
never
had
to
sew
tiny
rows
of
silk
ruffles
in
the
lining
of
her
basques
,
as
most
sixteen-year-old
girls
did
,
to
give
their
figures
the
desired
curves
and
fullness
.
She
was
glad
she
had
inherited
Ellen
's
slender
white
hands
and
tiny
feet
,
and
she
wished
she
had
Ellen
's
height
,
too
,
but
her
own
height
pleased
her
very
well
.
What
a
pity
legs
could
not
be
shown
,
she
thought
,
pulling
up
her
petticoats
and
regretfully
viewing
them
,
plump
and
neat
under
pantalets
.
She
had
such
nice
legs
.
Even
the
girls
at
the
Fayetteville
Academy
had
admitted
as
much
.
And
as
for
her
waist
--
there
was
no
one
in
Fayetteville
,
Jonesboro
or
in
three
counties
,
for
that
matter
,
who
had
so
small
a
waist
.
The
thought
of
her
waist
brought
her
back
to
practical
matters
.
The
green
muslin
measured
seventeen
inches
about
the
waist
,
and
Mammy
had
laced
her
for
the
eighteen-inch
bombazine
.
Mammy
would
have
to
lace
her
tighter
.
She
pushed
open
the
door
,
listened
and
heard
Mammy
's
heavy
tread
in
the
downstairs
hall
.
She
shouted
for
her
impatiently
,
knowing
she
could
raise
her
voice
with
impunity
,
as
Ellen
was
in
the
smokehouse
,
measuring
out
the
day
's
food
to
Cookie
.
"
Some
folks
thinks
as
how
Ah
kin
fly
,
"
grumbled
Mammy
,
shuffling
up
the
stairs
.
She
entered
puffing
,
with
the
expression
of
one
who
expects
battle
and
welcomes
it
.
In
her
large
black
hands
was
a
tray
upon
which
food
smoked
,
two
large
yams
covered
with
butter
,
a
pile
of
buckwheat
cakes
dripping
syrup
,
and
a
large
slice
of
ham
swimming
in
gravy
.
Catching
sight
of
Mammy
's
burden
,
Scarlett
's
expression
changed
from
one
of
minor
irritation
to
obstinate
belligerency
.
In
the
excitement
of
trying
on
dresses
she
had
forgotten
Mammy
's
ironclad
rule
that
,
before
going
to
any
party
,
the
O'Hara
girls
must
be
crammed
so
full
of
food
at
home
they
would
be
unable
to
eat
any
refreshments
at
the
party
.
"
It
's
no
use
.
I
wo
n't
eat
it
.
You
can
just
take
it
back
to
the
kitchen
.
"
Mammy
set
the
tray
on
the
table
and
squared
herself
,
hands
on
hips
.
