“Well,it shouldn't,”said Grandma,fastening a sharp eye upon her.“For it's just exactly the course you've been following since you went to Atlanta.Oh,yes!We hear of your didoes,even if we are buried down here in the country.You've changed with the changing times too.We hear how you suck up to the Yankees and the white trash and the new-rich Carpetbaggers to get money out of them.Butter doesn't melt in your mouth from all I can hear.Well,go to it,I say.And get every cent out of them you can,but when you've got enough money,kick them in the face,because they can't serve you any longer.Be sure you do that and do it properly,for trash hanging onto your coat tails can ruin you.”
Scarlett looked at her,her brow wrinkling with the effort to digest the words.They still didn't make much sense and she was still angry at Ashley being called a turtle on his back.
“I think you're wrong about Ashley,”she said abruptly.
“Scarlett,you just aren't smart.”
“That's your opinion,”said Scarlett rudely,wishing it were permissible to smack old ladies'jaws.
“Oh,you're smart enough about dollars and cents.That's a man's way of being smart.But you aren't smart at all like a woman.You aren't a speck smart about folks.”
Scarlett's eyes began to snap fire and her hands to clench and unclench.
“I've made you good and mad,haven't I?”asked the old lady,smiling.“Well,I aimed to do just that.”
“Oh,you did,did you?And why,pray?”
“I had good and plenty reasons.”
Grandma sank back in her chair and Scarlett suddenly realized that she looked very tired and incredibly old.The tiny clawlike hands folded over the fan were yellow and waxy as a dead person's.The anger went out of Scarlett's heart as a thought came to her.She leaned over and took one of the hands in hers.
“You're a mighty sweet old liar,”she said.“You didn't mean a word of all this rigmarole.You've just been talking to keep my mind off Pa,haven't you?”
“Don't fiddle with me!”said Old Miss grumpily,jerking away her hand.“Partly for that reason,partly because what I've been telling you is the truth and you're just too stupid to realize it.”
But she smiled a little and took the sting from her words.Scarlett's heart emptied itself of wrath about Ashley.It was nice to know Grandma hadn't meant any of it.
“Thank you,just the same.It was nice of you to talk to me—and I'm glad to know you're with me about Will and Suellen,even if—even if a lot of other people do disapprove.”
Mrs.Tarleton came down the hall,carrying two glasses of buttermilk.She did all domestic things badly and the glasses were slopping over.
“I had to go clear to the spring house to get it,”she said.“Drink it quick because the folks are coming up from the burying ground.Scarlett,are you really going to let Suellen marry Will?Not that he isn't a sight too good for her but you know he is a Cracker and—”
Scarlett's eyes met those of Grandma.There was a wicked sparkle in the old eyes that found an answer in her own.
Chapter 41
When the last good-by had been said and the last sound of wheels and hooves died away,Scarlett went into Ellen's office and removed a gleaming object from where she had hidden it the night before between the yellowed papers in the pigeonholes of the secretary.Hearing Pork sniffling in the dining room as he went about laying the table for dinner she called to him.He came to her,his black face as forlorn as a lost and masterless hound.
“Pork,”she said sternly,“you cry just once more and I'll—I'll cry,too.You've got to stop.”
“Yas'm.Ah try but ev'y time Ah try Ah thinks of Mist'Gerald an'—”
“Well,don't think.I can stand everybody else's tears but not yours.There,”she broke off gently,“don't you see?I can't stand yours because I know how you loved him.Blow your nose,Pork.I've got a present for you.”
A little interest flickered in Pork's eyes as he blew his nose loudly but it was more politeness than interest.
“You remember that night you got shot robbing Somebody's hen house?”
“Lawd Gawd,Miss Scarlett!Ah ain'never—”
“Well,you did,so don't lie to me about it at this late date.You remember I said I was going to give you a watch for being so faithful?”
“Yas'm,Ah 'members.Ah figgered you'd done fergot.”
“No,I didn't forget and here it is.”
She held out for him a massive gold watch,heavily embossed,from which dangled a chain with many fobs and seals.
“Fo'Gawd,Miss Scarlett!”cried Pork.“Dat's Mist'Gerald's watch!Ah done seen him look at dat watch a milyun times!”
“Yes,it's Pa's watch,Pork,and I'm giving it to you.Take it.”
“Oh,no'm!”Pork retreated in horror.“Dat's a w'ite gempmum's watch an'Mist'Gerald's ter boot.Huccome you talk 'bout givin'it ter me,Miss Scarlett?Dat watch belong by rights ter lil Wade Hampton.”
“It belongs to you.What did Wade Hampton ever do for Pa?Did he look after him when he was sick and feeble?Did he bathe him and dress him and shave him?Did he stick by him when the Yankees came?Did he steal for him?Don't be a fool,Pork.If ever anyone deserved a watch,you do,and I know Pa would approve.Here.”
She picked up the black hand and laid the watch in the palm.Pork gazed at it reverently and slowly delight spread over his face.
“Fer me,truly,Miss Scarlett?”
“Yes,indeed.”
“Well'm—thankee,Ma'm.”
“Would you like for me to take it to Atlanta and have it engraved?”
“Whut's dis engrabed mean?”Pork's voice was suspicious.
“It means to put writing on the back of it,like—like ‘To Pork from the O'Haras—Well done good and faithful servant.'”
“No'm—thankee,Ma'm.Never mind de engrabin',”Pork retreated a step,clutching the watch firmly.
A little smile twitched her lips.
“What's the matter,Pork?Don't you trust me to bring it back?”
“Yas'm,Ah trus'es you—only,well'm,you mout change yo'mind.”
“I wouldn't do that.”
“Well'm,you mout sell it.Ah spec it's wuth a heap.”
“Do you think I'd sell Pa's watch?”
“Yas'm—ef you needed de money.”
“You ought to be beat for that,Pork.I've a mind to take the watch back.”