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ss together very well。 Maybe I can get him when the hotel is finished and till then I’ll have to make out on Hugh and Mr。 Johnson。 If I put Hugh in charge of the new mill and leave Mr。 Johnson at the old one； I can stay in town and see to the selling while they handle the milling and hauling。 Until I can get Johnnie I’ll have to risk Mr。 Johnson robbing me if I stay in town all the time。 If only he wasn’t a thief！ I believe I’ll build a lumber yard on half that lot Charles left me。 If only Frank didn’t holler so loud about me building a saloon on the other half！ Well； I shall build the saloon just as soon as I get enough money ahead； no matter how he takes on。 If only Frank wasn’t so thin skinned。 Oh； God； if only I wasn’t going to have a baby at this of all times！ In a little while I’ll be so big I can’t go out。 Oh； God； if only I wasn’t going to have a baby！ And oh； God； if the damned Yankees will only let me alone！ If—”
If！ If！ If！ There were so many ifs in life； never any certainty of anything； never any sense of security； always the dread of losing everything and being cold and hungry again。 Of course； Frank was making a little more money now； but Frank was always ailing with colds and frequently forced to stay in bed for days。 Suppose he should become an invalid。 No； she could not afford to count on Frank for much。 She must not count on anything or anybody but herself。 And what she could earn seemed so pitiably small。 Oh； what would she do if the Yankees came and took it all away from her？ If！ If！ If！
Half of what she made every month went to Will at Tara； part to Rhett to repay his loan and the rest she hoarded。 No miser ever counted his gold oftener than she and no miser ever had greater fear of losing it。 She would not put the money in the bank； for it might fail or the Yankees might confiscate it。 So she carried what she could with her； tucked into her corset； and hid small wads of bills about the house； under loose bricks on the hearth； in her scrap bag； between the pages of the Bible。 And her temper grew shorter and shorter as the weeks went by； for every dollar she saved would be just one more dollar to lose if disaster descended。
Frank； Pitty and the servants bore her outbursts with maddening kindness； attributing her bad disposition to her pregnancy； never realizing the true cause。 Frank knew that pregnant women must be humored； so he put his pride in his pocket and said nothing more about her running the mills and her going about town at such a time； as no lady should do。 Her conduct was a constant embarrassment to him but he reckoned he could endure it for a while longer。 After the baby came； he knew she would be the same sweet feminine girl he had courted。 But in spite of everything he did to appease her； she continued to have her tantrums and often he thought she acted like one possessed。
No one seemed to realize what really possessed her； what drove her like a mad woman。 It was a passion to get her affairs in order before she had to retire behind doors； to have as much money as possible in case the deluge broke upon her again； to have a stout levee of cash against the rising tide of Yankee hate。 Money was the obsession dominating her mind these days。 When she thought of the baby at all； it was with baffled rage at the untimeliness of it。
“Death and taxes and childbirth！ There’s never any convenient time for any of them！”
Atlanta had been scandalized enough when Scarlett； a woman； began operating the sawmill but as time went by； the town decided there was no limit to what she would do。 Her sharp trading was shocking； especially when her poor mother had been a Robillard； and it was positively indecent the way she kept on going about the streets when everyone knew she was pregnant。 No respectable white woman and few negroes ever went outside their homes from the moment they first suspected they were with child； and Mrs。 Merriwether declared indignantly that from the way Scarlett was acting she was likely to have the baby on the public streets。
But all the previous criticism of her conduct was as nothing compared with the buzz of gossip that now went through the town。 Scarlett was not only trafficking with the Yankees but was giving every appearance of really liking it！
Mrs。 Merriwether and many other Southerners were also doing business with the newcomers from the North； but the difference was that they did not like it and plainly showed they did not like it。 And Scarlett did； or seemed to； which was just as bad。 She had actually taken tea with the Yankee officers’ wives in their homes！ In fact； she had done practically everything short of inviting them into her own home； and the town guessed she would do even that； except for Aunt Pitty and Frank。
Scarlett knew the town was talking but she did not care； could not afford to care。 She still hated the Yankees with as fierce a hate as on the day when they tried to burn Tara； but she could dissemble that hate。 She knew that if she was going to make money； she would have to make it out of the Yankees； and she had learned that buttering them up with smiles and kind words was the surest way to get their business for her mill。
Some day when she was very rich and her money was hidden away where the Yankees could not find it； then； then she would tell them exactly what she thought of them； tell them how she hated and loathed and despised them。 And what a joy that would be！ But until that time came； it was just plain common sense to get along with them。 And if that was hypocrisy； let Atlanta make the most of it。
She discovered that making friends with the Yankee officers was as easy as shooting birds on the ground。 They were lonely exiles in a hostile land and many of them were starved for polite feminine associations in a town where respectable women drew their skirts aside in passing and looked as if they would like to spit on them。 Only the prostitutes and the negro women had kind words for them。 But Scarlett was obviously a lady and a lady of family； for all that she worked； and they thrilled to her flashing smile and the pleasant light in her green eyes。
Frequently when Scarlett sat in her buggy talking to them and making her dimples play； her dislike for them rose so strong that it was hard not to curse them to their faces。 But she restrained herself and she found that twisting Yankee men around her finger was no more difficult than that same diversion had been with Southern men。 Only this was no diversion but a grim business。 The role she enacted was that of a refined sweet Southern lady in distress。 With an air of dignified reserve she was able to keep her victims at their proper distance； but there was nevertheless a graciousness in her manner which left a certain warmth in the Yankee officers’ memories of Mrs。 Kennedy。
This warmth was very profitable—as Scarlett had intended it to be。 Many of the officers of the garrison； not knowing how long they would be stationed in Atlanta； had sent for their wives and families。 As the hotels and boarding houses were overflowing； they were building small houses； and they were glad to buy their lumber from the gracious Mrs。 Kennedy； who treated them more politely than