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But
I
do
like
it
,
thought
Scarlett
trying
to
grasp
the
old
lady
's
meaning
.
I
'm
glad
Will
is
going
to
marry
her
.
Why
should
she
think
I
minded
?
She
's
taking
it
for
granted
that
I
do
mind
,
just
like
her
.
She
felt
puzzled
and
a
little
ashamed
,
as
always
when
people
attributed
to
her
emotions
and
motives
they
possessed
and
thought
she
shared
.
Grandma
fanned
herself
with
her
palmetto
leaf
and
went
on
briskly
:
"
I
do
n't
approve
of
the
match
any
more
than
you
do
but
I
'm
practical
and
so
are
you
.
And
when
it
comes
to
something
that
's
unpleasant
but
ca
n't
be
helped
,
I
do
n't
see
any
sense
in
screaming
and
kicking
about
it
.
That
's
no
way
to
meet
the
ups
and
downs
of
life
.
I
know
because
my
family
and
the
Old
Doctor
's
family
have
had
more
than
our
share
of
ups
and
downs
.
And
if
we
folks
have
a
motto
,
it
's
this
:
'
Do
n't
holler
--
smile
and
bide
your
time
.
'
We
've
survived
a
passel
of
things
that
way
,
smiling
and
biding
our
time
,
and
we
've
gotten
to
be
experts
at
surviving
.
We
had
to
be
.
We
've
always
bet
on
the
wrong
horses
.
Run
out
of
France
with
the
Huguenots
,
run
out
of
England
with
the
Cavaliers
,
run
out
of
Scotland
with
Bonnie
Prince
Charlie
,
run
out
of
Haiti
by
the
niggers
and
now
licked
by
the
Yankees
.
But
we
always
turn
up
on
top
in
a
few
years
.
You
know
why
?
"
She
cocked
her
head
and
Scarlett
thought
she
looked
like
nothing
so
much
as
an
old
,
knowing
parrot
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
know
,
I
'm
sure
,
"
she
answered
politely
.
But
she
was
heartily
bored
,
even
as
she
had
been
the
day
when
Grandma
launched
on
her
memories
of
the
Creek
uprising
.
"
Well
,
this
is
the
reason
.
We
bow
to
the
inevitable
.
We
're
not
wheat
,
we
're
buckwheat
!
When
a
storm
comes
along
it
flattens
ripe
wheat
because
it
's
dry
and
ca
n't
bend
with
the
wind
.
But
ripe
buckwheat
's
got
sap
in
it
and
it
bends
.
And
when
the
wind
has
passed
,
it
springs
up
almost
as
straight
and
strong
as
before
.
We
are
n't
a
stiff-necked
tribe
.
We
're
mighty
limber
when
a
hard
wind
's
blowing
,
because
we
know
it
pays
to
be
limber
.
When
trouble
comes
we
bow
to
the
inevitable
without
any
mouthing
,
and
we
work
and
we
smile
and
we
bide
our
time
.
And
we
play
along
with
lesser
folks
and
we
take
what
we
can
get
from
them
.
And
when
we
're
strong
enough
,
we
kick
the
folks
whose
necks
we
've
climbed
over
.
That
,
my
child
,
is
the
secret
of
the
survival
.
"
And
after
a
pause
,
she
added
:
"
I
pass
it
on
to
you
.
"
The
old
lady
cackled
,
as
if
she
were
amused
by
her
words
,
despite
the
venom
in
them
.
She
looked
as
if
she
expected
some
comment
from
Scarlett
but
the
words
had
made
little
sense
to
her
and
she
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
.
"
No
,
sir
,
"
Old
Miss
went
on
,
"
our
folks
get
flattened
out
but
they
rise
up
again
,
and
that
's
more
than
I
can
say
for
plenty
of
people
not
so
far
away
from
here
.
Look
at
Cathleen
Calvert
.
You
can
see
what
she
's
come
to
.
Poor
white
!
And
a
heap
lower
than
the
man
she
married
.
Look
at
the
McRae
family
.
Flat
to
the
ground
,
helpless
,
do
n't
know
what
to
do
,
do
n't
know
how
to
do
anything
.
Wo
n't
even
try
.
They
spend
their
time
whining
about
the
good
old
days
.
