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The
house
had
originally
been
two
stories
high
but
the
upper
floor
had
been
destroyed
by
shells
during
the
siege
and
the
owner
,
returning
after
the
surrender
,
had
lacked
the
money
to
replace
it
.
He
had
contented
himself
with
putting
a
flat
roof
on
the
remaining
first
floor
which
gave
the
building
the
squat
,
disproportionate
look
of
a
child
's
playhouse
built
of
shoe
boxes
.
The
house
was
high
from
the
ground
,
built
over
a
large
cellar
,
and
the
long
sweeping
flight
of
stairs
which
reached
it
made
it
look
slightly
ridiculous
.
But
the
flat
,
squashed
look
of
the
place
was
partly
redeemed
by
the
two
fine
old
oaks
which
shaded
it
and
a
dusty-leaved
magnolia
,
splotched
with
white
blossoms
,
standing
beside
the
front
steps
.
The
lawn
was
wide
and
green
with
thick
clover
and
bordering
it
was
a
straggling
,
unkempt
privet
hedge
,
interlaced
with
sweet-smelling
honeysuckle
vines
.
Here
and
there
in
the
grass
,
roses
threw
out
sprangles
from
crushed
old
stems
and
pink
and
white
crepe
myrtle
bloomed
as
valiantly
as
if
war
had
not
passed
over
their
heads
and
Yankee
horses
gnawed
their
boughs
.
Scarlett
thought
it
quite
the
ugliest
dwelling
she
had
ever
seen
but
,
to
Melanie
,
Twelve
Oaks
in
all
its
grandeur
had
not
been
more
beautiful
.
It
was
home
and
she
and
Ashley
and
Beau
were
at
last
together
under
their
own
roof
.
India
Wilkes
came
back
from
Macon
,
where
she
and
Honey
had
lived
since
1864
,
and
took
up
her
residence
with
her
brother
,
crowding
the
occupants
of
the
little
house
.
But
Ashley
and
Melanie
welcomed
her
.
Times
had
changed
,
money
was
scarce
,
but
nothing
had
altered
the
rule
of
Southern
life
that
families
always
made
room
gladly
for
indigent
or
unmarried
female
relatives
.
Honey
had
married
and
,
so
India
said
,
married
beneath
her
,
a
coarse
Westerner
from
Mississippi
who
had
settled
in
Macon
.
He
had
a
red
face
and
a
loud
voice
and
jolly
ways
.
India
had
not
approved
of
the
match
and
,
not
approving
,
had
not
been
happy
in
her
brother-inlaw
's
home
.
She
welcomed
the
news
that
Ashley
now
had
a
home
of
his
own
,
so
she
could
remove
herself
from
uncongenial
surroundings
and
also
from
the
distressing
sight
of
her
sister
so
fatuously
happy
with
a
man
unworthy
of
her
.
The
rest
of
the
family
privately
thought
that
the
giggling
and
simple-minded
Honey
had
done
far
better
than
could
be
expected
and
they
marveled
that
she
had
caught
any
man
.
Her
husband
was
a
gentleman
and
a
man
of
some
means
;
but
to
India
,
born
in
Georgia
and
reared
in
Virginia
traditions
,
anyone
not
from
the
eastern
seaboard
was
a
boor
and
a
barbarian
.
Probably
Honey
's
husband
was
as
happy
to
be
relieved
of
her
company
as
she
was
to
leave
him
,
for
India
was
not
easy
to
live
with
these
days
.
The
mantle
of
spinsterhood
was
definitely
on
her
shoulders
now
.
She
was
twenty-five
and
looked
it
,
and
so
there
was
no
longer
any
need
for
her
to
try
to
be
attractive
.
Her
pale
lashless
eyes
looked
directly
and
uncompromisingly
upon
the
world
and
her
thin
lips
were
ever
set
in
haughty
tightness
.
There
was
an
air
of
dignity
and
pride
about
her
now
that
,
oddly
enough
,
became
her
better
than
the
determined
girlish
sweetness
of
her
days
at
Twelve
Oaks
.
The
position
she
held
was
almost
that
of
a
widow
.
Everyone
knew
that
Stuart
Tarleton
would
have
married
her
had
he
not
been
killed
at
Gettysburg
,
and
so
she
was
accorded
the
respect
due
a
woman
who
had
been
wanted
if
not
wed.
.
The
six
rooms
of
the
little
house
on
Ivy
Street
were
soon
scantily
furnished
with
the
cheapest
pine
and
oak
furniture
in
Frank
's
store
for
,
as
Ashley
was
penniless
and
forced
to
buy
on
credit
,
he
refused
anything
except
the
least
expensive
and
bought
only
the
barest
necessities
.
This
embarrassed
Frank
who
was
fond
of
Ashley
and
it
distressed
Scarlett
.
Both
she
and
Frank
would
willingly
have
given
,
without
any
charge
,
the
finest
mahogany
and
carved
rosewood
in
the
store
,
but
the
Wilkeses
obstinately
refused
.
Their
house
was
painfully
ugly
and
bare
and
Scarlett
hated
to
see
Ashley
living
in
the
uncarpeted
,
uncurtained
rooms
.
But
he
did
not
seem
to
notice
his
surroundings
and
Melanie
,
having
her
own
home
for
the
first
time
since
her
marriage
,
was
so
happy
she
was
actually
proud
of
the
place
.
Scarlett
would
have
suffered
agonies
of
humiliation
at
having
friends
find
her
without
draperies
and
carpets
and
cushions
and
the
proper
number
of
chairs
and
teacups
and
spoons
.
But
Melanie
did
the
honors
of
her
house
as
though
plush
curtains
and
brocade
sofas
were
hers
.
For
all
her
obvious
happiness
,
Melanie
was
not
well
.
Little
Beau
had
cost
her
her
health
,
and
the
hard
work
she
had
done
at
Tara
since
his
birth
had
taken
further
toll
of
her
strength
.
She
was
so
thin
that
her
small
bones
seemed
ready
to
come
through
her
white
skin
.
Seen
from
a
distance
,
romping
about
the
back
yard
with
her
child
,
she
looked
like
a
little
girl
,
for
her
waist
was
unbelievably
tiny
and
she
had
practically
no
figure
.
