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"
You
'll
be
keeping
civil
tongues
in
your
heads
this
day
,
or
I
'll
be
taking
me
crop
to
you
,
"
warned
Gerald
.
"
Now
whist
!
Is
it
wheels
I
'm
hearing
?
That
'll
be
the
Tarletons
or
the
Fontaines
.
"
As
they
neared
the
intersecting
road
that
came
down
the
thickly
wooded
hill
from
Mimosa
and
Fairhill
,
the
sound
of
hooves
and
carriage
wheels
became
plainer
and
clamorous
feminine
voices
raised
in
pleasant
dispute
sounded
from
behind
the
screen
of
trees
.
Gerald
,
riding
ahead
,
pulled
up
his
horse
and
signed
to
Toby
to
stop
the
carriage
where
the
two
roads
met
.
"
'
Tis
the
Tarleton
ladies
,
"
he
announced
to
his
daughters
,
his
florid
face
abeam
,
for
excepting
Ellen
there
was
no
lady
in
the
County
he
liked
more
than
the
red-haired
Mrs.
Tarleton
.
"
And
'
tis
herself
at
the
reins
.
Ah
,
there
's
a
woman
with
fine
hands
for
a
horse
!
Feather
light
and
strong
as
rawhide
,
and
pretty
enough
to
kiss
for
all
that
.
More
's
the
pity
none
of
you
have
such
hands
,
"
he
added
,
casting
fond
but
reproving
glances
at
his
girls
.
"
With
Carreen
afraid
of
the
poor
beasts
and
Sue
with
hands
like
sadirons
when
it
comes
to
reins
and
you
,
Puss
--
"
"
Well
,
at
any
rate
I
've
never
been
thrown
,
"
cried
Scarlett
indignantly
.
"
And
Mrs.
Tarleton
takes
a
toss
at
every
hunt
.
"
"
And
breaks
a
collar
bone
like
a
man
,
"
said
Gerald
.
"
No
fainting
,
no
fussing
.
Now
,
no
more
of
it
,
for
here
she
comes
.
"
He
stood
up
in
his
stirrups
and
took
off
his
hat
with
a
sweep
,
as
the
Tarleton
carriage
,
overflowing
with
girls
in
bright
dresses
and
parasols
and
fluttering
veils
,
came
into
view
,
with
Mrs.
Tarleton
on
the
box
as
Gerald
had
said
.
With
her
four
daughters
,
their
mammy
and
their
ball
dresses
in
long
cardboard
boxes
crowding
the
carriage
,
there
was
no
room
for
the
coachman
.
And
,
besides
,
Beatrice
Tarleton
never
willingly
permitted
anyone
,
black
or
white
,
to
hold
reins
when
her
arms
were
out
of
slings
.
Frail
,
fine-boned
,
so
white
of
skin
that
her
flaming
hair
seemed
to
have
drawn
all
the
color
from
her
face
into
its
vital
burnished
mass
,
she
was
nevertheless
possessed
of
exuberant
health
and
untiring
energy
.
She
had
borne
eight
children
,
as
red
of
hair
and
as
full
of
life
as
she
,
and
had
raised
them
most
successfully
,
so
the
County
said
,
because
she
gave
them
all
the
loving
neglect
and
the
stern
discipline
she
gave
the
colts
she
bred
.
"
Curb
them
but
do
n't
break
their
spirits
,
"
was
Mrs.
Tarleton
's
motto
.
She
loved
horses
and
talked
horses
constantly
.
She
understood
them
and
handled
them
better
than
any
man
in
the
County
.
Colts
overflowed
the
paddock
onto
the
front
lawn
,
even
as
her
eight
children
overflowed
the
rambling
house
on
the
hill
,
and
colts
and
sons
and
daughters
and
hunting
dogs
tagged
after
her
as
she
went
about
the
plantation
.
She
credited
her
horses
,
especially
her
red
mare
,
Nellie
,
with
human
intelligence
;
and
if
the
cares
of
the
house
kept
her
busy
beyond
the
time
when
she
expected
to
take
her
daily
ride
,
she
put
the
sugar
bowl
in
the
hands
of
some
small
pickaninny
and
said
:
"
Give
Nellie
a
handful
and
tell
her
I
'll
be
out
terrectly
.
"
Except
on
rare
occasions
she
always
wore
her
riding
habit
,
for
whether
she
rode
or
not
she
always
expected
to
ride
and
in
that
expectation
put
on
her
habit
upon
arising
.
Each
morning
,
rain
or
shine
,
Nellie
was
saddled
and
walked
up
and
down
in
front
of
the
house
,
waiting
for
the
time
when
Mrs.
Tarleton
could
spare
an
hour
away
from
her
duties
.
But
Fairhill
was
a
difficult
plantation
to
manage
and
spare
time
hard
to
get
,
and
more
often
than
not
Nellie
walked
up
and
down
riderless
hour
after
hour
,
while
Beatrice
Tarleton
went
through
the
day
with
the
skirt
of
her
habit
absently
looped
over
her
arm
and
six
inches
of
shining
boot
showing
below
it
.
