Dont you dare touch this bonnet, she said,
clutching it by thebow and retreating. I should think youd have more pride than to
try to look likeMrs. Shelooked attractively saucy and the green of the lining made
hereyes dark emerald and sparkling. White, she read and her voice shook, Wilkens
But later, hell probably hate to think that
aspeculator brought the news of a heros death. But that greencorn didnt do us a bit
of good. True, Georgia had lost one of her bravest and most brilliant sonswhen
General T.
Come, Scarlett, stamp on the bonnet to show me what
youthink of me and my presents. Dont you think I carried the color of your eyes well
inmy mind? Meade to give us his familiar speech about victory perching like
ascreaming eagle on our banners?
There, there, Mother, he said, helplessly. And,
Scarlett, I was righttouched at her wanting to help. And better taste than to
wearthat veil to advertise a grief Im sure you never felt. And when I went by the
Emersons yard, there she was hidingbehind the hedge!
Bitter looks were thrown at him as he came slowly
through thepress.
I heardat headquarters that he had retreated back
into Maryland.
Fanny must have had a beau and now he was dead.
Melanie held out a mans handkerchief, soiled and highly perfumed,in which some coins
were knotted. Melly collapsed into tears and laid her head on the pillow. Now, he
wasgoing to try to take liberties, just as Ellen predicted. If hewasnt in love with
her, why did he call so often and bring herpresents? Its awfully kind of you, but I
really couldnt acceptanything else.
Oh, for Gods sake, Auntie, Melly, pick up the
salts! There, there, Mother, he said, helplessly.