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"
Hum
.
Tell
me
,
Wade
,
do
you
go
to
little
Joe
Whiting
's
parties
or
Frank
Bonnell
's
or
--
well
,
any
of
your
playmates
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
I
do
n't
get
invited
to
many
parties
.
"
"
Wade
,
you
are
lying
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
turning
.
"
You
went
to
three
last
week
,
the
Bart
children
's
party
and
the
Gelerts
'
and
the
Hundons
'
.
"
"
As
choice
a
collection
of
mules
in
horse
harness
as
you
could
group
together
,
"
said
Rhett
,
his
voice
going
into
a
soft
drawl
.
"
Did
you
have
a
good
time
at
those
parties
?
Speak
up
.
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
I
--
I
dunno
,
sir
.
Mammy
--
Mammy
says
they
're
white
trash
.
"
"
I
'll
skin
Mammy
this
minute
!
"
cried
Scarlett
,
leaping
to
her
feet
.
"
And
as
for
you
,
Wade
,
talking
so
about
Mother
's
friends
--
"
"
The
boy
's
telling
the
truth
and
so
is
Mammy
,
"
said
Rhett
.
"
But
,
of
course
,
you
've
never
been
able
to
know
the
truth
if
you
met
it
in
the
road
...
Do
n't
bother
,
son
.
You
do
n't
have
to
go
to
any
more
parties
you
do
n't
want
to
go
to
.
Here
,
"
he
pulled
a
bill
from
his
pocket
,
"
tell
Pork
to
harness
the
carriage
and
take
you
downtown
.
Buy
yourself
some
candy
--
a
lot
,
enough
to
give
you
a
wonderful
stomach
ache
.
"
