@@@@@ Scarlett fled to her room"You won't need
@@@@@ Scarlett
fled to her room"You won't need that heavy fur cape, Scarlett," said
Pauline"Indeed not," said Eulalie"We have a typical Charleston
winter day todayWhy, I wouldn't even wear this shawl if I didn't
have a cold Scarlett unhooked the cape and handed it to PansyIf
Eulalie wanted everyone else to have a cold, too, she'd be glad to
oblige herHer aunts must take her for a foolShe knew why they
didn't want her to wear her capeThey were just like the Old Guard in
AtlantaA person had to be shabby like them to be respectableShe
noticed Eulalie eyeing the fashionable feather-trimmed hat she was
wearing, and her jaw hardened belligerentlyIf she had to face
Rhett's
mother, at least she would do it in style"Let's be olf, then," said
Eulalie, capitulating
Susie pulled the big door open, and Scarlett followed her aunts out
into the bright dayShe gasped when she stepped down from the
entranceIt was like May, not NovemberSun reflected warmth from
the white crushed shell of the path and settled on her shoulders like a
weightless blanketShe tilted her chin up to feel it on her face and
her eyes closed in sensuous pleasure"Oh, Aunties, this feels
wonderful," she said"I hope your carriage has a fold-down top"Dear child," Eulalie said, "there's not a living soul
in Charleston with a carriage any more, except for Sally Brewton
"There are carriages, Sister," Pauline corrected"The carpetbaggers
have them
"You could hardly call the carpetbaggers 'living souls,' Sist