“I am heartbroken to think that you could so soon forget your rearing.
I have thought of calling you home immediately but will leave that to your father’s discretion.
He will be in Atlanta Friday to speak with Captain Butler and to escort you home.
I fear he will be severe with you despite my pleadings.
I hope and pray it was only youth and thoughtlessness that prompted such forward conduct.
No one can wish to serve our Cause more than I, and I wish my daughters to feel the same way, but to disgrace—” There was more in the same vein but Scarlett did not finish it.
For once, she was thoroughly frightened.
She did not feel reckless and defiant now.
She felt as young and guilty as when she was ten and had thrown a buttered biscuit at Suellen at the table.
To think of her gentle mother reproving her so harshly and her father coming to town to talk to Captain Butler.
The real seriousness of the matter grew on her.
Gerald was going to be severe. This was one time when she knew she couldn’t wiggle out of her punishment by sitting on his knee and being sweet and pert.
“Not—not bad news?” quavered Pittypat.
“Pa is coming tomorrow and he’s going to land on me like a duck on a June bug,” answered Scarlett dolorously.
“Prissy, find my salts,” fluttered Pittypat, pushing back her chair from her half-eaten meal.
“I—I feel faint.”
“Dey’s in yo’ skirt pocket,” said Prissy, who had been hovering behind Scarlett, enjoying the sensational drama.
Mist’ Gerald in a temper was always exciting, providing his temper was not directed at her kinky head.
Pitty fumbled at her skirt and held the vial to her nose.
“You all must stand by me and not leave me alone with him for one minute,” cried Scarlett.
“He’s so fond of you both, and if you are with me he can’t fuss at me.”
“I couldn’t,” said Pittypat weakly, rising to her feet.
“I—I feel ill.
I must go lie down.
I shall lie down all day tomorrow.
You must give him my excuses.”
“Coward!” thought Scarlett, glowering at her.
Melly rallied to the defense, though white and frightened at the prospect of facing the fire-eating Mr. O’Hara.
“I’ll—I’ll help you explain how you did it for the hospital.
Surely he’ll understand.”
“No, he won’t,” said Scarlett.
“And oh, I shall die if I have to go back to Tara in disgrace, like Mother threatens!”
“Oh, you can’t go home,” cried Pittypat, bursting into tears.
“If you did I should be forced—yes, forced to ask Henry to come live with us, and you know I just couldn’t live with Henry.
I’m so nervous with just Melly in the house at night, with so many strange men in town.
You’re so brave I don’t mind being here without a man!”
“Oh, he couldn’t take you to Tara!” said Melly, looking as if she too would cry in a moment.
“This is your home now.
What would we ever do without you?”
“You’d be glad to do without me if you knew what I really think of you,” thought Scarlett sourly, wishing there were some other person than Melanie to help ward off Gerald’s wrath.
It was sickening to be defended by someone you disliked so much.
“Perhaps we should recall our invitation to Captain Butler—” began Pittypat.
“Oh, we couldn’t!
It would be the height of rudeness!” cried Melly, distressed.
“Help me to bed.
I’m going to be ill,” moaned Pittypat.
“Oh, Scarlett, how could you have brought this on me?”
Pittypat was ill and in her bed when Gerald arrived the next afternoon.
She sent many messages of regret to him from behind her closed door and left the two frightened girls to preside over the supper table.
Gerald was ominously silent although he kissed Scarlett and pinched Melanie’s cheek approvingly and called her “Cousin Melly.”