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Mammy
snorted
.
"
Yankee
gals
!
Yas
'm
,
Ah
guess
dey
speaks
dey
minds
awright
,
but
Ah
ain
'
noticed
many
of
dem
gittin
'
proposed
ter
at
Saratoga
.
"
"
But
Yankees
must
get
married
,
"
argued
Scarlett
.
"
They
do
n't
just
grow
.
They
must
get
married
and
have
children
.
There
's
too
many
of
them
.
"
"
Men
mahys
dem
fer
dey
money
,
"
said
Mammy
firmly
.
Scarlett
sopped
the
wheat
cake
in
the
gravy
and
put
it
in
her
mouth
.
Perhaps
there
was
something
to
what
Mammy
said
.
There
must
be
something
in
it
,
for
Ellen
said
the
same
things
,
in
different
and
more
delicate
words
.
In
fact
,
the
mothers
of
all
her
girl
friends
impressed
on
their
daughters
the
necessity
of
being
helpless
,
clinging
,
doe-eyed
creatures
.
Really
,
it
took
a
lot
of
sense
to
cultivate
and
hold
such
a
pose
.
Perhaps
she
had
been
too
brash
.
Occasionally
she
had
argued
with
Ashley
and
frankly
aired
her
opinions
.
Perhaps
this
and
her
healthy
enjoyment
of
walking
and
riding
had
turned
him
from
her
to
the
frail
Melanie
.
Perhaps
if
she
changed
her
tactics
--
But
she
felt
that
if
Ashley
succumbed
to
premeditated
feminine
tricks
,
she
could
never
respect
him
as
she
now
did
.
Any
man
who
was
fool
enough
to
fall
for
a
simper
,
a
faint
and
an
"
Oh
,
how
wonderful
you
are
!
"
was
n't
worth
having
.
But
they
all
seemed
to
like
it
.
If
she
had
used
the
wrong
tactics
with
Ashley
in
the
past
--
well
,
that
was
the
past
and
done
with
.
Today
she
would
use
different
ones
,
the
right
ones
.
She
wanted
him
and
she
had
only
a
few
hours
in
which
to
get
him
.
If
fainting
,
or
pretending
to
faint
,
would
do
the
trick
,
then
she
would
faint
.
If
simpering
,
coquetry
or
empty-headedness
would
attract
him
,
she
would
gladly
play
the
flirt
and
be
more
empty-headed
than
even
Cathleen
Calvert
.
And
if
bolder
measures
were
necessary
,
she
would
take
them
.
Today
was
the
day
!
There
was
no
one
to
tell
Scarlett
that
her
own
personality
,
frighteningly
vital
though
it
was
,
was
more
attractive
than
any
masquerade
she
might
adopt
.
Had
she
been
told
,
she
would
have
been
pleased
but
unbelieving
.
And
the
civilization
of
which
she
was
a
part
would
have
been
unbelieving
too
,
for
at
no
time
,
before
or
since
,
had
so
low
a
premium
been
placed
on
feminine
naturalness
.
As
the
carriage
bore
her
down
the
red
road
toward
the
Wilkes
plantation
,
Scarlett
had
a
feeling
of
guilty
pleasure
that
neither
her
mother
nor
Mammy
was
with
the
party
.
There
would
be
no
one
at
the
barbecue
who
,
by
delicately
lifted
brows
or
out-thrust
underlip
,
could
interfere
with
her
plan
of
action
.
Of
course
,
Suellen
would
be
certain
to
tell
tales
tomorrow
,
but
if
all
went
as
Scarlett
hoped
,
the
excitement
of
the
family
over
her
engagement
to
Ashley
or
her
elopement
would
more
than
overbalance
their
displeasure
.
Yes
,
she
was
very
glad
Ellen
had
been
forced
to
stay
at
home
.
Gerald
,
primed
with
brandy
,
had
given
Jonas
Wilkerson
his
dismissal
that
morning
,
and
Ellen
had
remained
at
Tara
to
go
over
the
accounts
of
the
plantation
before
he
took
his
departure
.
Scarlett
had
kissed
her
mother
good-by
in
the
little
office
where
she
sat
before
the
tall
secretary
with
its
paper-stuffed
pigeonholes
.
Jonas
Wilkerson
,
hat
in
hand
,
stood
beside
her
,
his
sallow
tight-skinned
face
hardly
concealing
the
fury
of
hate
that
possessed
him
at
being
so
unceremoniously
turned
out
of
the
best
overseer
's
job
in
the
County
.
And
all
because
of
a
bit
of
minor
philandering
.
He
had
told
Gerald
over
and
over
that
Emmie
Slattery
's
baby
might
have
been
fathered
by
any
one
of
a
dozen
men
as
easily
as
himself
--
an
idea
in
which
Gerald
concurred
--
but
that
had
not
altered
his
case
so
far
as
Ellen
was
concerned
.
Jonas
hated
all
Southerners
.
He
hated
their
cool
courtesy
to
him
and
their
contempt
for
his
social
status
,
so
inadequately
covered
by
their
courtesy
.
He
hated
Ellen
O'Hara
above
anyone
else
,
for
she
was
the
epitome
of
all
that
he
hated
in
Southerners
.
