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The
long
trestled
picnic
tables
,
covered
with
the
finest
of
the
Wilkeses
'
linen
,
always
stood
under
the
thickest
shade
,
with
backless
benches
on
either
side
;
and
chairs
,
hassocks
and
cushions
from
the
house
were
scattered
about
the
glade
for
those
who
did
not
fancy
the
benches
.
At
a
distance
great
enough
to
keep
the
smoke
away
from
the
guests
were
the
long
pits
where
the
meats
cooked
and
the
huge
iron
wash-pots
from
which
the
succulent
odors
of
barbecue
sauce
and
Brunswick
stew
floated
.
Mr.
Wilkes
always
had
at
least
a
dozen
darkies
busy
running
back
and
forth
with
trays
to
serve
the
guests
.
Over
behind
the
barns
there
was
always
another
barbecue
pit
,
where
the
house
servants
and
the
coachmen
and
maids
of
the
guests
had
their
own
feast
of
hoecakes
and
yams
and
chitterlings
,
that
dish
of
hog
entrails
so
dear
to
negro
hearts
,
and
,
in
season
,
watermelons
enough
to
satiate
.
As
the
smell
of
crisp
fresh
pork
came
to
her
,
Scarlett
wrinkled
her
nose
appreciatively
,
hoping
that
by
the
time
it
was
cooked
she
would
feel
some
appetite
.
As
it
was
she
was
so
full
of
food
and
so
tightly
laced
that
she
feared
every
moment
she
was
going
to
belch
.
That
would
be
fatal
,
as
only
old
men
and
very
old
ladies
could
belch
without
fear
of
social
disapproval
.
They
topped
the
rise
and
the
white
house
reared
its
perfect
symmetry
before
her
,
tall
of
columns
,
wide
of
verandas
,
flat
of
roof
,
beautiful
as
a
woman
is
beautiful
who
is
so
sure
of
her
charm
that
she
can
be
generous
and
gracious
to
all
.
Scarlett
loved
Twelve
Oaks
even
more
than
Tara
,
for
it
had
a
stately
beauty
,
a
mellowed
dignity
that
Gerald
's
house
did
not
possess
.
The
wide
curving
driveway
was
full
of
saddle
horses
and
carriages
and
guests
alighting
and
calling
greetings
to
friends
.
Grinning
negroes
,
excited
as
always
at
a
party
,
were
leading
the
animals
to
the
barnyard
to
be
unharnessed
and
unsaddled
for
the
day
.
Swarms
of
children
,
black
and
white
,
ran
yelling
about
the
newly
green
lawn
,
playing
hopscotch
and
tag
and
boasting
how
much
they
were
going
to
eat
.
The
wide
hall
which
ran
from
front
to
back
of
the
house
was
swarming
with
people
,
and
as
the
O'Hara
carriage
drew
up
at
the
front
steps
,
Scarlett
saw
girls
in
crinolines
,
bright
as
butterflies
,
going
up
and
coming
down
the
stairs
from
the
second
floor
,
arms
about
each
other
's
waists
,
stopping
to
lean
over
the
delicate
handrail
of
the
banisters
,
laughing
and
calling
to
young
men
in
the
hall
below
them
.
Through
the
open
French
windows
,
she
caught
glimpses
of
the
older
women
seated
in
the
drawing
room
,
sedate
in
dark
silks
as
they
sat
fanning
themselves
and
talking
of
babies
and
sicknesses
and
who
had
married
whom
and
why
.
The
Wilkes
butler
,
Tom
,
was
hurrying
through
the
halls
,
a
silver
tray
in
his
hands
,
bowing
and
grinning
,
as
he
offered
tall
glasses
to
young
men
in
fawn
and
gray
trousers
and
fine
ruffled
linen
shirts
.
The
sunny
front
veranda
was
thronged
with
guests
.
Yes
,
the
whole
County
was
here
,
thought
Scarlett
.
The
four
Tarleton
boys
and
their
father
leaned
against
the
tall
columns
,
the
twins
,
Stuart
and
Brent
,
side
by
side
inseparable
as
usual
,
Boyd
and
Tom
with
their
father
,
James
Tarleton
.
Mr.
Calvert
was
standing
close
by
the
side
of
his
Yankee
wife
,
who
even
after
fifteen
years
in
Georgia
never
seemed
to
quite
belong
anywhere
.
Everyone
was
very
polite
and
kind
to
her
because
he
felt
sorry
for
her
,
but
no
one
could
forget
that
she
had
compounded
her
initial
error
of
birth
by
being
the
governess
of
Mr.
Calvert
's
children
.
The
two
Calvert
boys
,
Raiford
and
Cade
,
were
there
with
their
dashing
blonde
sister
,
Cathleen
,
teasing
the
dark-faced
Joe
Fontaine
and
Sally
Munroe
,
his
pretty
bride-to-be
.
Alex
and
Tony
Fontaine
were
whispering
in
the
ears
of
Dimity
Munroe
and
sending
her
into
gales
of
giggles
.
There
were
families
from
as
far
as
Lovejoy
,
ten
miles
away
,
and
from
Fayetteville
and
Jonesboro
,
a
few
even
from
Atlanta
and
Macon
.
The
house
seemed
bursting
with
the
crowd
,
and
a
ceaseless
babble
of
talking
and
laughter
and
giggles
and
shrill
feminine
squeaks
and
screams
rose
and
fell
.
On
the
porch
steps
stood
John
Wilkes
,
silver-haired
,
erect
,
radiating
the
quiet
charm
and
hospitality
that
was
as
warm
and
never
failing
as
the
sun
of
Georgia
summer
.
Beside
him
Honey
Wilkes
,
so
called
because
she
indiscriminately
addressed
everyone
from
her
father
to
the
field
hands
by
that
endearment
,
fidgeted
and
giggled
as
she
called
greetings
to
the
arriving
guests
.
Honey
's
nervously
obvious
desire
to
be
attractive
to
every
man
in
sight
contrasted
sharply
with
her
father
's
poise
,
and
Scarlett
had
the
thought
that
perhaps
there
was
something
in
what
Mrs.
Tarleton
said
,
after
all
.
Certainly
the
Wilkes
men
got
the
family
looks
.
The
thick
deep-gold
lashes
that
set
off
the
gray
eyes
of
John
Wilkes
and
Ashley
were
sparse
and
colorless
in
the
faces
of
Honey
and
her
sister
India
.
Honey
had
the
odd
lashless
look
of
a
rabbit
,
and
India
could
be
described
by
no
other
word
than
plain
.
India
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
,
but
Scarlett
knew
she
probably
was
in
the
kitchen
giving
final
instructions
to
the
servants
.
Poor
India
,
thought
Scarlett
,
she
's
had
so
much
trouble
keeping
house
since
her
mother
died
that
she
's
never
had
the
chance
to
catch
any
beau
except
Stuart
Tarleton
,
and
it
certainly
was
n't
my
fault
if
he
thought
I
was
prettier
than
she
.
