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"
I
am
sorry
I
am
so
late
,
"
said
Ellen
,
slipping
her
plaid
shawl
from
drooping
shoulders
and
handing
it
to
Scarlett
,
whose
cheek
she
patted
in
passing
.
Gerald
's
face
had
brightened
as
if
by
magic
at
her
entrance
.
"
Is
the
brat
baptized
?
"
he
questioned
.
"
Yes
,
and
dead
,
poor
thing
,
"
said
Ellen
.
"
I
feared
Emmie
would
die
too
,
but
I
think
she
will
live
.
"
The
girls
'
faces
turned
to
her
,
startled
and
questioning
,
and
Gerald
wagged
his
head
philosophically
.
"
Well
,
'
tis
better
so
that
the
brat
is
dead
,
no
doubt
,
poor
fatherle
--
"
"
It
is
late
.
We
had
better
have
prayers
now
,
"
interrupted
Ellen
so
smoothly
that
,
if
Scarlett
had
not
known
her
mother
well
,
the
interruption
would
have
passed
unnoticed
.
It
would
be
interesting
to
know
who
was
the
father
of
Emmie
Slattery
's
baby
,
but
Scarlett
knew
she
would
never
learn
the
truth
of
the
matter
if
she
waited
to
hear
it
from
her
mother
.
Scarlett
suspected
Jonas
Wilkerson
,
for
she
had
frequently
seen
him
walking
down
the
road
with
Emmie
at
nightfall
.
Jonas
was
a
Yankee
and
a
bachelor
,
and
the
fact
that
he
was
an
overseer
forever
barred
him
from
any
contact
with
the
County
social
life
.
There
was
no
family
of
any
standing
into
which
he
could
marry
,
no
people
with
whom
he
could
associate
except
the
Slatterys
and
riffraff
like
them
.
As
he
was
several
cuts
above
the
Slatterys
in
education
,
it
was
only
natural
that
he
should
not
want
to
marry
Emmie
,
no
matter
how
often
he
might
walk
with
her
in
the
twilight
.
Scarlett
sighed
,
for
her
curiosity
was
sharp
.
Things
were
always
happening
under
her
mother
's
eyes
which
she
noticed
no
more
than
if
they
had
not
happened
at
all
.
Ellen
ignored
all
things
contrary
to
her
ideas
of
propriety
and
tried
to
teach
Scarlett
to
do
the
same
,
but
with
poor
success
.
Ellen
had
stepped
to
the
mantel
to
take
her
rosary
beads
from
the
small
inlaid
casket
in
which
they
always
reposed
when
Mammy
spoke
up
with
firmness
.
