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The
boys
were
enchanted
,
as
she
had
intended
them
to
be
,
and
they
hastened
to
apologize
for
boring
her
.
They
thought
none
the
less
of
her
for
her
lack
of
interest
.
Indeed
,
they
thought
more
.
War
was
men
's
business
,
not
ladies
'
,
and
they
took
her
attitude
as
evidence
of
her
femininity
.
Having
maneuvered
them
away
from
the
boring
subject
of
war
,
she
went
back
with
interest
to
their
immediate
situation
.
"
What
did
your
mother
say
about
you
two
being
expelled
again
?
"
The
boys
looked
uncomfortable
,
recalling
their
mother
's
conduct
three
months
ago
when
they
had
come
home
,
by
request
,
from
the
University
of
Virginia
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Stuart
,
"
she
has
n't
had
a
chance
to
say
anything
yet
.
Tom
and
us
left
home
early
this
morning
before
she
got
up
,
and
Tom
's
laying
out
over
at
the
Fontaines
'
while
we
came
over
here
.
"
"
Did
n't
she
say
anything
when
you
got
home
last
night
?
"
"
We
were
in
luck
last
night
.
Just
before
we
got
home
that
new
stallion
Ma
got
in
Kentucky
last
month
was
brought
in
,
and
the
place
was
in
a
stew
.
The
big
brute
--
he
's
a
grand
horse
,
Scarlett
;
you
must
tell
your
pa
to
come
over
and
see
him
right
away
--
he
'd
already
bitten
a
hunk
out
of
his
groom
on
the
way
down
here
and
he
'd
trampled
two
of
Ma
's
darkies
who
met
the
train
at
Jonesboro
.
And
just
before
we
got
home
,
he
'd
about
kicked
the
stable
down
and
half-killed
Strawberry
,
Ma
's
old
stallion
.
When
we
got
home
,
Ma
was
out
in
the
stable
with
a
sackful
of
sugar
smoothing
him
down
and
doing
it
mighty
well
,
too
.
The
darkies
were
hanging
from
the
rafters
,
popeyed
,
they
were
so
scared
,
but
Ma
was
talking
to
the
horse
like
he
was
folks
and
he
was
eating
out
of
her
hand
.
There
ai
n't
nobody
like
Ma
with
a
horse
.
And
when
she
saw
us
she
said
:
'
In
Heaven
's
name
,
what
are
you
four
doing
home
again
?
You
're
worse
than
the
plagues
of
Egypt
!
'
And
then
the
horse
began
snorting
and
rearing
and
she
said
:
'
Get
out
of
here
!
Ca
n't
you
see
he
's
nervous
,
the
big
darling
?
I
'll
tend
to
you
four
in
the
morning
!
'
So
we
went
to
bed
,
and
this
morning
we
got
away
before
she
could
catch
us
and
left
Boyd
to
handle
her
.
"
"
Do
you
suppose
she
'll
hit
Boyd
?
"
Scarlett
,
like
the
rest
of
the
County
,
could
never
get
used
to
the
way
small
Mrs.
Tarleton
bullied
her
grown
sons
and
laid
her
riding
crop
on
their
backs
if
the
occasion
seemed
to
warrant
it
.
Beatrice
Tarleton
was
a
busy
woman
,
having
on
her
hands
not
only
a
large
cotton
plantation
,
a
hundred
negroes
and
eight
children
,
but
the
largest
horse-breeding
farm
in
the
state
as
well
.
She
was
hot-tempered
and
easily
plagued
by
the
frequent
scrapes
of
her
four
sons
,
and
while
no
one
was
permitted
to
whip
a
horse
or
a
slave
,
she
felt
that
a
lick
now
and
then
did
n't
do
the
boys
any
harm
.
"
Of
course
she
wo
n't
hit
Boyd
.
She
never
did
beat
Boyd
much
because
he
's
the
oldest
and
besides
he
's
the
runt
of
the
litter
,
"
said
Stuart
,
proud
of
his
six
feet
two
.
"
That
's
why
we
left
him
at
home
to
explain
things
to
her
.
God
'
lmighty
,
Ma
ought
to
stop
licking
us
!
We
're
nineteen
and
Tom
's
twenty-one
,
and
she
acts
like
we
're
six
years
old
.
"
