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"
Then
I
'll
buy
her
one
.
I
remember
my
mammy
always
said
that
when
she
went
to
Heaven
she
wanted
a
taffeta
petticoat
so
stiff
that
it
would
stand
by
itself
and
so
rustly
that
the
Lord
God
would
think
it
was
made
of
angels
'
wings
.
I
'll
buy
Mammy
some
red
taffeta
and
have
an
elegant
petticoat
made
.
"
"
She
wo
n't
take
it
from
you
.
She
'd
die
rather
than
wear
it
.
"
"
I
do
n't
doubt
it
.
But
I
'll
make
the
gesture
just
the
same
.
"
The
shops
of
New
Orleans
were
so
rich
and
exciting
and
shopping
with
Rhett
was
an
adventure
.
Dining
with
him
was
an
adventure
too
,
and
one
more
thrilling
than
shopping
,
for
he
knew
what
to
order
and
how
it
should
be
cooked
.
The
wines
and
liqueurs
and
champagnes
of
New
Orleans
were
new
and
exhilarating
to
her
,
acquainted
with
only
homemade
blackberry
and
scuppernong
vintages
and
Aunt
Pitty
's
"
swoon
"
brandy
;
but
oh
,
the
food
Rhett
ordered
!
Best
of
all
things
in
New
Orleans
was
the
food
.
Remembering
the
bitter
hungry
days
at
Tara
and
her
more
recent
penury
,
Scarlett
felt
that
she
could
never
eat
enough
of
these
rich
dishes
.
Gumboes
and
shrimp
Creole
,
doves
in
wine
and
oysters
in
crumbly
patties
full
of
creamy
sauce
,
mushrooms
and
sweetbreads
and
turkey
livers
,
fish
baked
cunningly
in
oiled
paper
and
limes
.
Her
appetite
never
dulled
,
for
whenever
she
remembered
the
everlasting
goobers
and
dried
peas
and
sweet
potatoes
at
Tara
,
she
felt
an
urge
to
gorge
herself
anew
of
Creole
dishes
.
"
You
eat
as
though
each
meal
were
your
last
,
"
said
Rhett
.
"
Do
n't
scrape
the
plate
,
Scarlett
.
I
'm
sure
there
's
more
in
the
kitchen
.
You
have
only
to
ask
the
waiter
.
If
you
do
n't
stop
being
such
a
glutton
,
you
'll
be
as
fat
as
the
Cuban
ladies
and
then
I
shall
divorce
you
.
"
But
she
only
put
out
her
tongue
at
him
and
ordered
another
pastry
,
thick
with
chocolate
and
stuffed
with
meringue
.
What
fun
it
was
to
be
able
to
spend
as
much
money
as
you
liked
and
not
count
pennies
and
feel
that
you
should
save
them
to
pay
taxes
or
buy
mules
.
What
fun
to
be
with
people
who
were
gay
and
rich
and
not
genteelly
poor
like
Atlanta
people
.
What
fun
to
wear
rustling
brocade
dresses
that
showed
your
waist
and
all
your
neck
and
arms
and
more
than
a
little
of
your
breast
and
know
that
men
were
admiring
you
.
And
what
fun
to
eat
all
you
wanted
without
having
censorious
people
say
you
were
n't
ladylike
.
And
what
fun
to
drink
all
the
champagne
you
pleased
.
The
first
time
she
drank
too
much
,
she
was
embarrassed
when
she
awoke
the
next
morning
with
a
splitting
headache
and
an
awful
memory
of
singing
"
Bonnie
Blue
Flag
"
all
the
way
back
to
the
hotel
,
through
the
streets
of
New
Orleans
,
in
an
open
carriage
.
She
had
never
seen
a
lady
even
tipsy
,
and
the
only
drunken
woman
she
had
ever
seen
had
been
that
Watling
creature
on
the
day
when
Atlanta
fell
.
She
hardly
knew
how
to
face
Rhett
,
so
great
was
her
humiliation
,
but
the
affair
seemed
only
to
amuse
him
.
Everything
she
did
seemed
to
amuse
him
,
as
though
she
were
a
gamboling
kitten
.
It
was
exciting
to
go
out
with
him
for
he
was
so
handsome
.
Somehow
she
had
never
given
his
looks
a
thought
before
,
and
in
Atlanta
everyone
had
been
too
preoccupied
with
his
shortcomings
ever
to
talk
about
his
appearance
.
But
here
in
New
Orleans
she
could
see
how
the
eyes
of
other
women
followed
him
and
how
they
fluttered
when
he
bent
over
their
hands
.
The
realization
that
other
women
were
attracted
by
her
husband
,
and
perhaps
envied
her
,
made
her
suddenly
proud
to
be
seen
by
his
side
.
