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"
Miss
Scarlett
,
"
said
Peter
darkly
,
laying
the
whip
on
the
startled
horse
,
"
Miss
Pitty
ain
'
gwine
ter
lak
it
you
astin
'
questions
dat
ain
'
none
of
yo
'
bizness
.
Dey
's
a
passel
of
no-count
folks
in
dis
town
now
dat
it
ain
'
no
use
talkin
'
about
.
"
"
Good
Heavens
!
"
thought
Scarlett
,
reproved
into
silence
.
"
That
must
be
a
bad
woman
!
"
She
had
never
seen
a
bad
woman
before
and
she
twisted
her
head
and
stared
after
her
until
she
was
lost
in
the
crowd
.
The
stores
and
the
new
war
buildings
were
farther
apart
now
,
with
vacant
lots
between
.
Finally
the
business
section
fell
behind
and
the
residences
came
into
view
.
Scarlett
picked
them
out
as
old
friends
,
the
Leyden
house
,
dignified
and
stately
;
the
Bonnells
'
,
with
little
white
columns
and
green
blinds
;
the
close-lipped
red-brick
Georgian
home
of
the
McLure
family
,
behind
its
low
box
hedges
.
Their
progress
was
slower
now
,
for
from
porches
and
gardens
and
sidewalks
ladies
called
to
her
.
Some
she
knew
slightly
,
others
she
vaguely
remembered
,
but
most
of
them
she
knew
not
at
all
.
Pittypat
had
certainly
broadcast
her
arrival
.
Little
Wade
had
to
be
held
up
time
and
again
,
so
that
ladies
who
ventured
as
far
through
the
ooze
as
their
carriage
blocks
could
exclaim
over
him
.
They
all
cried
to
her
that
she
must
join
their
knitting
and
sewing
circles
and
their
hospital
committees
,
and
no
one
else
's
,
and
she
promised
recklessly
to
right
and
left
.
As
they
passed
a
rambling
green
clapboard
house
,
a
little
black
girl
posted
on
the
front
steps
cried
,
"
Hyah
she
come
,
"
and
Dr.
Meade
and
his
wife
and
little
thirteen-year-old
Phil
emerged
,
calling
greetings
.
Scarlett
recalled
that
they
too
had
been
at
her
wedding
.
Mrs.
Meade
mounted
her
carriage
block
and
craned
her
neck
for
a
view
of
the
baby
,
but
the
doctor
,
disregarding
the
mud
,
plowed
through
to
the
side
of
the
carriage
.
He
was
tall
and
gaunt
and
wore
a
pointed
beard
of
iron
gray
,
and
his
clothes
hung
on
his
spare
figure
as
though
blown
there
by
a
hurricane
.
Atlanta
considered
him
the
root
of
all
strength
and
all
wisdom
and
it
was
not
strange
that
he
had
absorbed
something
of
their
belief
.
But
for
all
his
habit
of
making
oracular
statements
and
his
slightly
pompous
manner
,
he
was
as
kindly
a
man
as
the
town
possessed
.
After
shaking
her
hand
and
prodding
Wade
in
the
stomach
and
complimenting
him
,
the
doctor
announced
that
Aunt
Pittypat
had
promised
on
oath
that
Scarlett
should
be
on
no
other
hospital
and
bandage-rolling
committee
save
Mrs.
Meade
's
.
"
Oh
,
dear
,
but
I
've
promised
a
thousand
ladies
already
!
"
said
Scarlett
.
"
Mrs.
Merriwether
,
I
'll
be
bound
!
"
cried
Mrs.
Meade
indignantly
.
"
Drat
the
woman
!
I
believe
she
meets
every
train
!
"
"
I
promised
because
I
had
n't
a
notion
what
it
was
all
about
,
"
Scarlett
confessed
.
"
What
are
hospital
committees
anyway
?
"
Both
the
doctor
and
his
wife
looked
slightly
shocked
at
her
ignorance
.
