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Scarlett
,
who
was
combing
her
hair
,
came
to
the
window
and
smiled
down
at
the
tiny
excited
figure
,
so
absurd
in
the
soiled
blue
habit
.
"
I
really
must
get
her
another
habit
,
"
she
thought
.
"
Though
Heaven
only
knows
how
I
'll
make
her
give
up
that
dirty
one
.
"
"
Mother
,
watch
!
"
"
I
'm
watching
dear
,
"
said
Scarlett
smiling
.
As
Rhett
lifted
the
child
and
set
her
on
the
pony
,
Scarlett
called
with
a
swift
rush
of
pride
at
the
straight
back
and
the
proud
set
of
the
head
,
"
You
're
mighty
pretty
,
precious
!
"
"
So
are
you
,
"
said
Bonnie
generously
and
,
hammering
a
heel
into
Mr.
Butler
's
ribs
,
she
galloped
down
the
yard
toward
the
arbor
.
"
Mother
,
watch
me
take
this
one
!
"
she
cried
,
laying
on
the
crop
.
WATCH
ME
TAKE
THIS
ONE
!
Memory
rang
a
bell
far
back
in
Scarlett
's
mind
.
There
was
something
ominous
about
those
words
.
What
was
it
?
Why
could
n't
she
remember
?
She
looked
down
at
her
small
daughter
,
so
lightly
poised
on
the
galloping
pony
and
her
brow
wrinkled
as
a
chill
swept
swiftly
through
her
breast
.
Bonnie
came
on
with
a
rush
,
her
crisp
black
curls
jerking
,
her
blue
eyes
blazing
.
