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Mammy
,
as
head
woman
of
the
plantation
,
had
remained
to
help
Ellen
,
and
it
was
Dilcey
who
rode
on
the
driver
's
seat
beside
Toby
,
the
girls
'
dancing
dresses
in
a
long
box
across
her
lap
.
Gerald
rode
beside
the
carriage
on
his
big
hunter
,
warm
with
brandy
and
pleased
with
himself
for
having
gotten
through
with
the
unpleasant
business
of
Wilkerson
so
speedily
.
He
had
shoved
the
responsibility
onto
Ellen
,
and
her
disappointment
at
missing
the
barbecue
and
the
gathering
of
her
friends
did
not
enter
his
mind
;
for
it
was
a
fine
spring
day
and
his
fields
were
beautiful
and
the
birds
were
singing
and
he
felt
too
young
and
frolicsome
to
think
of
anyone
else
.
Occasionally
he
burst
out
with
"
Peg
in
a
Low-backed
Car
"
and
other
Irish
ditties
or
the
more
lugubrious
lament
for
Robert
Emmet
,
"
She
is
far
from
the
land
where
her
young
hero
sleeps
.
"
He
was
happy
,
pleasantly
excited
over
the
prospect
of
spending
the
day
shouting
about
the
Yankees
and
the
war
,
and
proud
of
his
three
pretty
daughters
in
their
bright
spreading
hoop
skirts
beneath
foolish
little
lace
parasols
.
He
gave
no
thought
to
his
conversation
of
the
day
before
with
Scarlett
,
for
it
had
completely
slipped
his
mind
.
He
only
thought
that
she
was
pretty
and
a
great
credit
to
him
and
that
,
today
,
her
eyes
were
as
green
as
the
hills
of
Ireland
.
The
last
thought
made
him
think
better
of
himself
,
for
it
had
a
certain
poetic
ring
to
it
,
and
so
he
favored
the
girls
with
a
loud
and
slightly
off-key
rendition
of
"
The
Wearin
'
o
'
the
Green
.
"
Scarlett
,
looking
at
him
with
the
affectionate
contempt
that
mothers
feel
for
small
swaggering
sons
,
knew
that
he
would
be
very
drunk
by
sundown
.
Coming
home
in
the
dark
,
he
would
try
,
as
usual
,
to
jump
every
fence
between
Twelve
Oaks
and
Tara
and
,
she
hoped
,
by
the
mercy
of
Providence
and
the
good
sense
of
his
horse
,
would
escape
breaking
his
neck
.
He
would
disdain
the
bridge
and
swim
his
horse
through
the
river
and
come
home
roaring
,
to
be
put
to
bed
on
the
sofa
in
the
office
by
Pork
who
always
waited
up
with
a
lamp
in
the
front
hall
on
such
occasions
.
He
would
ruin
his
new
gray
broadcloth
suit
,
which
would
cause
him
to
swear
horribly
in
the
morning
and
tell
Ellen
at
great
length
how
his
horse
fell
off
the
bridge
in
the
darkness
--
a
palpable
lie
which
would
fool
no
one
but
which
would
be
accepted
by
all
and
make
him
feel
very
clever
.
Pa
is
a
sweet
,
selfish
,
irresponsible
darling
,
Scarlett
thought
,
with
a
surge
of
affection
for
him
.
She
felt
so
excited
and
happy
this
morning
that
she
included
the
whole
world
,
as
well
as
Gerald
,
in
her
affection
.
She
was
pretty
and
she
knew
it
;
she
would
have
Ashley
for
her
own
before
the
day
was
over
;
the
sun
was
warm
and
tender
and
the
glory
of
the
Georgia
spring
was
spread
before
her
eyes
.
Along
the
roadside
the
blackberry
brambles
were
concealing
with
softest
green
the
savage
red
gulches
cut
by
the
winter
's
rains
,
and
the
bare
granite
boulders
pushing
up
through
the
red
earth
were
being
draped
with
sprangles
of
Cherokee
roses
and
compassed
about
by
wild
violets
of
palest
purple
hue
.
Upon
the
wooded
hills
above
the
river
,
the
dogwood
blossoms
lay
glistening
and
white
,
as
if
snow
still
lingered
among
the
greenery
.
The
flowering
crab
trees
were
bursting
their
buds
and
rioting
from
delicate
white
to
deepest
pink
and
,
beneath
the
trees
where
the
sunshine
dappled
the
pine
straw
,
the
wild
honeysuckle
made
a
varicolored
carpet
of
scarlet
and
orange
and
rose
.
There
was
a
faint
wild
fragrance
of
sweet
shrub
on
the
breeze
and
the
world
smelled
good
enough
to
eat
.
"
I
'll
remember
how
beautiful
this
day
is
till
I
die
,
"
thought
Scarlett
.
"
Perhaps
it
will
be
my
wedding
day
!
"
And
she
thought
with
a
tingling
in
her
heart
how
she
and
Ashley
might
ride
swiftly
through
this
beauty
of
blossom
and
greenery
this
very
afternoon
,
or
tonight
by
moonlight
,
toward
Jonesboro
and
a
preacher
.
Of
course
,
she
would
have
to
be
remarried
by
a
priest
from
Atlanta
,
but
that
would
be
something
for
Ellen
and
Gerald
to
worry
about
.
She
quailed
a
little
as
she
thought
how
white
with
mortification
Ellen
would
be
at
hearing
that
her
daughter
had
eloped
with
another
girl
's
fiance
,
but
she
knew
Ellen
would
forgive
her
when
she
saw
her
happiness
.
And
Gerald
would
scold
and
bawl
but
,
for
all
his
remarks
of
yesterday
about
not
wanting
her
to
marry
Ashley
,
he
would
be
pleased
beyond
words
at
an
alliance
between
his
family
and
the
Wilkes
.
"
But
that
'll
be
something
to
worry
about
after
I
'm
married
,
"
she
thought
,
tossing
the
worry
from
her
.
It
was
impossible
to
feel
anything
but
palpitating
joy
in
this
warm
sun
,
in
this
spring
,
with
the
chimneys
of
Twelve
Oaks
just
beginning
to
show
on
the
hill
across
the
river
.
