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All
I
ask
is
that
you
keep
that
mill
running
and
deliver
my
lumber
when
I
want
it
and
as
much
as
I
want
.
"
"
I
'm
your
man
,
"
said
Johnnie
shortly
.
"
I
'll
tell
Mr.
Wellburn
I
'm
leaving
him
.
"
As
he
rolled
off
through
the
crowd
of
masons
and
carpenters
and
hod
carriers
Scarlett
felt
relieved
and
her
spirits
rose
.
Johnnie
was
indeed
her
man
.
He
was
tough
and
hard
and
there
was
no
nonsense
about
him
.
"
Shanty
Irish
on
the
make
,
"
Frank
had
contemptuously
called
him
,
but
for
that
very
reason
Scarlett
valued
him
.
She
knew
that
an
Irishman
with
a
determination
to
get
somewhere
was
a
valuable
man
to
have
,
regardless
of
what
his
personal
characteristics
might
be
.
And
she
felt
a
closer
kinship
with
him
than
with
many
men
of
her
own
class
,
for
Johnnie
knew
the
value
of
money
.
The
first
week
he
took
over
the
mill
he
justified
all
her
hopes
,
for
he
accomplished
more
with
five
convicts
than
Hugh
had
ever
done
with
his
crew
of
ten
free
negroes
.
More
than
that
,
he
gave
Scarlett
greater
leisure
than
she
had
had
since
she
came
to
Atlanta
the
year
before
,
because
he
had
no
liking
for
her
presence
at
the
mill
and
said
so
frankly
.
"
You
tend
to
your
end
of
selling
and
let
me
tend
to
my
end
of
lumbering
,
"
he
said
shortly
.
"
A
convict
camp
ai
n't
any
place
for
a
lady
and
if
nobody
else
'll
tell
you
so
,
Johnnie
Gallegher
's
telling
you
now
.
I
'm
delivering
your
lumber
,
ai
n't
I
?
Well
,
I
've
got
no
notion
to
be
pestered
every
day
like
Mr.
Wilkes
.
He
needs
pestering
.
I
do
n't
"
So
Scarlett
reluctantly
stayed
away
from
Johnnie
's
mill
,
fearing
that
if
she
came
too
often
he
might
quit
and
that
would
be
ruinous
.
His
remark
that
Ashley
needed
pestering
stung
her
,
for
there
was
more
truth
in
it
than
she
liked
to
admit
.
Ashley
was
doing
little
better
with
convicts
than
he
had
done
with
free
labor
,
although
why
,
he
was
unable
to
tell
.
Moreover
,
he
looked
as
if
he
were
ashamed
to
be
working
convicts
and
he
had
little
to
say
to
her
these
days
.
Scarlett
was
worried
by
the
change
that
was
coming
over
him
.
There
were
gray
hairs
in
his
bright
head
now
and
a
tired
slump
in
his
shoulders
.
And
he
seldom
smiled
.
He
no
longer
looked
the
debonaire
Ashley
who
had
caught
her
fancy
so
many
years
before
.
He
looked
like
a
man
secretly
gnawed
by
a
scarcely
endurable
pain
and
there
was
a
grim
tight
look
about
his
mouth
that
baffled
and
hurt
her
.
She
wanted
to
drag
his
head
fiercely
down
on
her
shoulder
,
stroke
the
graying
hair
and
cry
:
"
Tell
me
what
's
worrying
you
!
I
'll
fix
it
!
I
'll
make
it
right
for
you
!
"
But
his
formal
,
remote
air
kept
her
at
arm
's
length
.
It
was
one
of
those
rare
December
days
when
the
sun
was
almost
as
warm
as
Indian
summer
.
Dry
red
leaves
still
clung
to
the
oak
in
Aunt
Pitty
's
yard
and
a
faint
yellow
green
still
persisted
in
the
dying
grass
.
Scarlett
,
with
the
baby
in
her
arms
,
stepped
out
onto
the
side
porch
and
sat
down
in
a
rocking
chair
in
a
patch
of
sunshine
.
She
was
wearing
a
new
green
challis
dress
trimmed
with
yards
and
yards
of
black
rickrack
braid
and
a
new
lace
house
cap
which
Aunt
Pitty
had
made
for
her
.
Both
were
very
becoming
to
her
and
she
knew
it
and
took
great
pleasure
in
them
.
How
good
it
was
to
look
pretty
again
after
the
long
months
of
looking
so
dreadful
!
As
she
sat
rocking
the
baby
and
humming
to
herself
,
she
heard
the
sound
of
hooves
coming
up
the
side
street
and
,
peering
curiously
through
the
tangle
of
dead
vines
on
the
porch
,
she
saw
Rhett
Butler
riding
toward
the
house
.
