Maybe Ahfine me a sto whar dey doan know
us.
Why, indeed, should they even try to doit? Den Ah
wouldn had ter traipse all disway up hyah ter Lanta.
If there was anything hecould do for Suellen OHaras
sister, he would certainly do it.
In Mammy, Scarlett had found a realist
moreuncompromising than herself.
Frank could make lots ofmoney out of a
mill.
In fact, he had said,sheepishly, that he expected
to get married in the spring. The poor girl wasprobably so upset she didnt even
notice her slip.
It sho is good ter see home folks, she
said.
No friend or relative stood up with them at their
marriage. Something had gone out of them, out oftheir world.
Shenever wrote him and naturally he could not write
her and explain.
They were beyond her comprehension and vaguely
irritating. The poor girl wasprobably so upset she didnt even notice her
slip.
And I never thought youd be driving a pie wagon,
Renny Picard,she said. Im such a silly little goose, she said apologetically. She
knew it wasworth it and she never gave the matter a second thought. The only reason
welasted as long as we did was because of the ladies behind us whowouldnt give
up.
Theres not a lady here tonight who has
surrendered,no matter what her men folks did at Appomattox.
Scarlett knew that she, too, was greatly changed.
He walked with some difficulty and, as Aunt Pitty hadremarked, spraddled in a very
vulgar way. He felt verykindly toward her and very protecting.
Mammy ralliedto her with never a moments
hesitation. It bothersthe ladies to see what their men folks have come down to lots
morethan it bothers us. You run up and fix me some dry clothes, Mammy, she
said.
Dont standthere and swell up like a
toad.
He reminded her of a timid old brownfield
rabbit.
Lawd, yo new dress is plum ruint, grumbled Mammy. I
hear she lost mostof her property and Mr.
But I should nevaire have zink you wait solong to
get anothaire ring!
If there was anything hecould do for Suellen OHaras
sister, he would certainly do it. Even though theyre poor, they still feel like
ladiesand I dont. Now, Miss Scarlett, you ain gwinenowhars in dis
wedder.
And buy me a jar of quince-seed jelly to make it
lie downflat. In a fit of daring hehad whispered to her that she was as pink and
fragrant as a rose.
Merriwether, doughty soul that shewas, dared to
approach Scarlett on the subject. Oh, I guess she was too ashamed to writeyou. She
knew Willunderstood what she had done and why she had done it and neitherblamed nor
praised. Shenever wrote him and naturally he could not write her and explain. I
recount to you a joke but eet eez a true story.