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"
You
're
mighty
nice
to
want
to
do
things
for
me
,
Captain
Butler
,
but
really
,
I
'm
so
lucky
.
I
have
everything
in
the
world
any
woman
could
want
.
"
"
That
's
fine
,
"
said
Rhett
,
suddenly
grim
.
"
And
I
intend
to
see
that
you
keep
them
.
"
When
Scarlett
came
back
from
Tara
,
the
unhealthy
pallor
had
gone
from
her
face
and
her
cheeks
were
rounded
and
faintly
pink
.
Her
green
eyes
were
alert
and
sparkling
again
,
and
she
laughed
aloud
for
the
first
time
in
weeks
when
Rhett
and
Bonnie
met
her
and
Wade
and
Ella
at
the
depot
--
laughed
in
annoyance
and
amusement
.
Rhett
had
two
straggling
turkey
feathers
in
the
brim
of
his
hat
and
Bonnie
,
dressed
in
a
sadly
torn
dress
that
was
her
Sunday
frock
,
had
diagonal
lines
of
indigo
blue
on
her
cheeks
and
a
peacock
feather
half
as
long
as
she
was
in
her
curls
.
Evidently
a
game
of
Indian
had
been
in
progress
when
the
time
came
to
meet
the
train
and
it
was
obvious
from
the
look
of
quizzical
helplessness
on
Rhett
's
face
and
the
lowering
indignation
of
Mammy
that
Bonnie
had
refused
to
have
her
toilet
remedied
,
even
to
meet
her
mother
.
Scarlett
said
:
"
What
a
ragamuffin
!
"
as
she
kissed
the
child
and
turned
a
cheek
for
Rhett
's
lips
.
There
were
crowds
of
people
in
the
depot
or
she
would
never
have
invited
this
caress
.
She
could
not
help
noticing
,
for
all
her
embarrassment
at
Bonnie
's
appearance
,
that
everyone
in
the
crowd
was
smiling
at
the
figure
father
and
daughter
cut
,
smiling
not
in
derision
but
in
genuine
amusement
and
kindness
.
Everyone
knew
that
Scarlett
's
youngest
had
her
father
under
her
thumb
and
Atlanta
was
amused
and
approving
.
Rhett
's
great
love
for
his
child
had
gone
far
toward
reinstating
him
in
public
opinion
.
On
the
way
home
,
Scarlett
was
full
of
County
news
.
The
hot
,
dry
weather
was
making
the
cotton
grow
so
fast
you
could
almost
hear
it
but
Will
said
cotton
prices
were
going
to
be
low
this
fall
.
Suellen
was
going
to
have
another
baby
--
she
spelled
this
out
so
the
children
would
not
comprehend
--
and
Ella
had
shown
unwonted
spirit
in
biting
Suellen
's
oldest
girl
.
Though
,
observed
Scarlett
,
it
was
no
more
than
little
Susie
deserved
,
she
being
her
mother
all
over
again
.
But
Suellen
had
become
infuriated
and
they
had
had
an
invigorating
quarrel
that
was
just
like
old
times
.
Wade
had
killed
a
water
moccasin
,
all
by
himself
.
'
Randa
and
Camilla
Tarleton
were
teaching
school
and
was
n't
that
a
joke
?
Not
a
one
of
the
Tarletons
had
ever
been
able
to
spell
cat
!
Betsy
Tarleton
had
married
a
fat
one-armed
man
from
Lovejoy
and
they
and
Hetty
and
Jim
Tarleton
were
raising
a
good
cotton
crop
at
Fairhill
.
Mrs.
Tarleton
had
a
brood
mare
and
a
colt
and
was
as
happy
as
though
she
had
a
million
dollars
.
And
there
were
negroes
living
in
the
old
Calvert
house
!
Swarms
of
them
and
they
actually
owned
it
!
They
'd
bought
it
in
at
the
sheriff
's
sale
.
The
place
was
dilapidated
and
it
made
you
cry
to
look
at
it
.
No
one
knew
where
Cathleen
and
her
no-good
husband
had
gone
.
And
Alex
was
to
marry
Sally
,
his
brother
's
widow
!
Imagine
that
,
after
them
living
in
the
same
house
for
so
many
years
!
Everybody
said
it
was
a
marriage
of
convenience
because
people
were
beginning
to
gossip
about
them
living
there
alone
,
since
both
Old
Miss
and
Young
Miss
had
died
.
And
it
had
about
broken
Dimity
Munroe
's
heart
.
But
it
served
her
right
.
If
she
'd
had
any
gumption
she
'd
have
caught
her
another
man
long
ago
,
instead
of
waiting
for
Alex
to
get
money
enough
to
marry
her
.
Scarlett
chattered
on
cheerfully
but
there
were
many
things
about
the
County
which
she
suppressed
,
things
that
hurt
to
think
about
.
She
had
driven
over
the
County
with
Will
,
trying
not
to
remember
when
these
thousands
of
fertile
acres
had
stood
green
with
cotton
.
Now
,
plantation
after
plantation
was
going
back
to
the
forest
,
and
dismal
fields
of
broomsedge
,
scrub
oak
and
runty
pines
had
grown
stealthily
about
silent
ruins
and
over
old
cotton
fields
.
Only
one
acre
was
being
farmed
now
where
once
a
hundred
had
been
under
the
plow
.
It
was
like
moving
through
a
dead
land
.
"
This
section
wo
n't
come
back
for
fifty
years
--
if
it
ever
comes
back
,
"
Will
had
said
.
"
Tara
's
the
best
farm
in
the
County
,
thanks
to
you
and
me
,
Scarlett
,
but
it
's
a
farm
,
a
two-mule
farm
,
not
a
plantation
.
And
the
Fontaine
place
,
it
comes
next
to
Tara
and
then
the
Tarletons
.
They
ai
n't
makin
'
much
money
but
they
're
gettin
'
along
and
they
got
gumption
.
But
most
of
the
rest
of
the
folks
,
the
rest
of
the
farms
--
"
