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"
Oh
,
yes
,
it
is
a
happy
day
,
Mammy
.
The
happiest
days
are
the
days
when
babies
come
!
"
To
one
person
in
the
house
it
was
not
a
happy
day
.
Scolded
and
for
the
most
part
ignored
,
Wade
Hampton
idled
miserably
about
the
dining
room
.
Early
that
morning
,
Mammy
had
waked
him
abruptly
,
dressed
him
hurriedly
and
sent
him
with
Ella
to
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
for
breakfast
.
The
only
explanation
he
received
was
that
his
mother
was
sick
and
the
noise
of
his
playing
might
upset
her
.
Aunt
Pitty
's
house
was
in
an
uproar
,
for
the
news
of
Scarlett
's
sickness
had
sent
the
old
lady
to
bed
in
a
state
with
Cookie
in
attendance
,
and
breakfast
was
a
scant
meal
that
Peter
concocted
for
the
children
.
As
the
morning
wore
on
fear
began
to
possess
Wade
's
soul
.
Suppose
Mother
died
?
Other
boys
'
mothers
had
died
.
He
had
seen
the
hearses
move
away
from
the
house
and
heard
his
small
friends
sobbing
.
Suppose
Mother
should
die
?
Wade
loved
his
mother
very
much
,
almost
as
much
as
he
feared
her
,
and
the
thought
of
her
being
carried
away
in
a
black
hearse
behind
black
horses
with
plumes
on
their
bridles
made
his
small
chest
ache
so
that
he
could
hardly
breathe
.
When
noon
came
and
Peter
was
busy
in
the
kitchen
,
Wade
slipped
out
the
front
door
and
hurried
home
as
fast
as
his
short
legs
could
carry
him
,
fear
speeding
him
.
Uncle
Rhett
or
Aunt
Melly
or
Mammy
surely
would
tell
him
the
truth
.
But
Uncle
Rhett
and
Aunt
Melly
were
not
to
be
seen
and
Mammy
and
Dilcey
sped
up
and
down
the
back
stairs
with
towels
and
basins
of
hot
water
and
did
not
once
notice
him
in
the
front
hall
.
From
upstairs
he
could
hear
occasionally
the
curt
tones
of
Dr.
Meade
whenever
a
door
opened
.
Once
he
heard
his
mother
groan
and
he
burst
into
sobbing
hiccoughs
.
He
knew
she
was
going
to
die
.
For
comfort
,
he
made
overtures
to
the
honey-colored
cat
which
lay
on
the
sunny
window
sill
in
the
front
hall
.
But
Tom
,
full
of
years
and
irritable
at
disturbances
,
switched
his
tail
and
spat
softly
.
Finally
,
Mammy
,
coming
down
the
front
stairs
,
her
apron
rumpled
and
spotted
,
her
head
rag
awry
,
saw
him
and
scowled
.
Mammy
had
always
been
Wade
's
mainstay
and
her
frown
made
him
tremble
.
"
You
is
de
wustes
'
boy
Ah
ever
seed
,
"
she
said
.
"
Ain
'
Ah
done
sont
you
ter
Miss
Pitty
's
?
Gwan
back
dar
!
"
"
Is
Mother
going
to
--
will
she
die
?
"
"
You
is
de
troublesomes
'
chile
Ah
ever
seed
!
Die
?
Gawdlmighty
,
no
!
Lawd
,
boys
is
a
tawment
.
Ah
doan
see
why
de
Lawd
sen
's
boys
ter
folks
.
Now
,
gwan
way
from
here
.
"
But
Wade
did
not
go
.
He
retreated
behind
the
portieres
in
the
hall
,
only
half
convinced
by
her
words
.
The
remark
about
the
troublesomeness
of
boys
stung
,
for
he
had
always
tried
his
best
to
be
good
.
Aunt
Melly
hurried
down
the
stairs
half
an
hour
later
,
pale
and
tired
but
smiling
to
herself
.
She
looked
thunderstruck
when
she
saw
his
woebegone
face
in
the
shadows
of
the
drapery
.
Usually
Aunt
Melly
had
all
the
time
in
the
world
to
give
him
.
She
never
said
,
as
Mother
so
often
did
:
"
Do
n't
bother
me
now
.
I
'm
in
a
hurry
"
or
"
Run
away
,
Wade
.
I
am
busy
.
"
