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to front of the house was refreshing after the heat of the sun。 She looked across the hall into the parlor where Gerald had lain and； wrenching her thoughts from him； looked up at the portrait of Grandma Robillard hanging above the fireplace。 The bayonet…scarred portrait with its high…piled hair； half…exposed breasts and cool insolence had； as always； a tonic effect upon her。
“I don’t know which hit Beetrice Tarleton worse； losing her boys or her horses；” said Grandma Fontaine。 “She never did pay much mind to Jim or her girls； you know。 She’s one of those folks Will was talking about。 Her mainspring’s busted。 Sometimes I wonder if she won’t go the way your pa went。 She wasn’t ever happy unless horses or humans were breeding right in her face and none of her girls are married or got any prospects of catching husbands in this county； so she’s got nothing to occupy her mind。 If she wasn’t such a lady at heart； she’d be downright common。 。。。 Was Will telling the truth about marrying Suellen？”
“Yes；” said Scarlett； looking the old lady full in the eye。 Goodness； she could remember the time when she was scared to death of Grandma Fontaine！ Well； she’d grown up since then and she’d just as soon as not tell her to go to the devil if she meddled in affairs at Tara。
“He could do better；” said Grandma candidly。
“Indeed？” said Scarlett haughtily。
“Come off your high horse； Miss；” said the old lady tartly。 “I shan’t attack your precious sister； though I might have if I’d stayed at the burying ground。 What I mean is with the scarcity of men in the neighborhood； Will could marry most any of the girls。 There’s Beatrice’s four wild cats and the Munroe girls and the McRae—”
“He’s going to marry Sue and that’s that。”
“She’s lucky to get him。”
“Tara is lucky to get him。”
“You love this place； don’t you？”
“Yes。”
“So much that you don’t mind your sister marrying out of her class as long as you have a man around to care for Tara？”
“Class？” said Scarlett； startled at the idea。 “Class？ What does class matter now； so long as a girl gets a husband who can take care of her？”
“That’s a debatable question；” said Old Miss。 “Some folks would say you were talking common sense。 Others would say you were letting down bars that ought never be lowered one inch。 Will’s certainly not quality folks and some of your people were。”
Her sharp old eyes went to the portrait of Grandma Robillard。
Scarlett thought of Will； lank； unimpressive； mild； eternally chewing a straw； his whole appearance deceptively devoid of energy； like that of most Crackers。 He did not have behind him a long line of ancestors of wealth； prominence and blood。 The first of Will’s family to set foot on Georgia soil might even have been one of Oglethorpe’s debtors or a bond servant。 Will had not been to college。 In fact； four years in a backwoods school was all the education he had ever had。 He was honest and he was loyal； he was patient and he was hard working； but certainly he was not quality。 Undoubtedly by Robillard standards； Suellen was coming down in the world。
“So you approve of Will coming into your family？”
“Yes；” answered Scarlett fiercely； ready to pounce upon the old lady at the first words of condemnation。
“You may kiss me；” said Grandma surprisingly； and she smiled in her most approving manner。 “I never liked you much till now； Scarlett。 You were always hard as a hickory nut； even as a child； and I don’t like hard females； barring myself。 But I do like the way you meet things。 You don’t make a fuss about things that can’t be helped； even if they are disagreeable。 You take your fences cleanly like a good hunter。”
Scarlett smiled uncertainly and pecked obediently at the withered cheek presented to her。 It was pleasant to hear approving words again； even if she had little idea what they meant。
“There’s plenty of folks hereabouts who’ll have something to say about you letting Sue marry a Cracker—for all that everybody likes Will。 They’ll say in one breath what a fine man he is and how terrible it is for an O’Hara girl to marry beneath her。 But don’t you let it bother you。”
“I’ve never bothered about what people said。”
“So I’ve heard。” There was a hint of acid in the old voice。 “Well； don’t bother about what folks say。 It’ll probably be a very successful marriage。 Of course； Will’s always going to look like a Cracker and marriage won’t improve his grammar any。 And； even if he makes a mint of money； he’ll never lend any shine and sparkle to Tara； like your father did。 Crackers are short on sparkle。 But Will’s a gentleman at heart。 He’s got the right instincts。 Nobody but a born gentleman could have put his finger on what is wrong with us as accurately as he just did； down there at the burying。 The whole world can’t lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven’t got any more—and by remembering too much。 Yes； Will will do well by Suellen and by Tara。”
“Then you approve of me letting him marry her？”
“God； no！” The old voice was tired and bitter but vigorous。 “Approve of Crackers marrying into old families？ Bah！ Would I approve of breeding scrub stock to thoroughbreds？ Oh； Crackers are good and solid and honest but—”
“But you said you thought it would be a successful match！” cried Scarlett bewildered。
“Oh； I think it’s good for Suellen to marry Will—to marry anybody for that matter； because she needs a husband bad。 And where else could she get one？ And where else could you get as good a manager for Tara？ But that doesn’t mean I like the situation any better than you do。”
But I do like it； thought Scarlett trying to grasp the old lady’s meaning。 I’m glad Will is going to marry her。 Why should she think I minded？ She’s taking it for granted that I do mind； just like her。
She felt puzzled and a little ashamed； as always when people attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought she shared。
Grandma fanned herself with her palmetto leaf and went on briskly： “I don’t approve of the match any more than you do but I’m practical and so are you。 And when it comes to something that’s unpleasant but can’t be helped； I don’t see any sense in screaming and kicking about it。 That’s no way to meet the ups and downs of life。 I know because my family and the Old Doctor’s family have had more than our share of ups and downs。 And if we folks have a motto； it’s this： ‘Don’t holler—smile and bide your time。’ We’ve survived a passel of things that way； smiling and biding our time； and we’ve gotten to be experts at surviving。 We had to be。 We’ve always bet on the wrong horses。 Run out of France with the Huguenots； run out of England with the Cavaliers； run out of Scotland with Bonnie Prince Charlie； run out of Haiti by the niggers and now licked by the Yankees。 But we always turn up on top in a few years。 You know why？”
She cocked her head and Scarlett thought she looked like nothing so much as an old； knowing parrot。
“No； I don’t know； I’m sure；” she answered politely。 But she was heartily bored； even as she had been the day when Grandma launched on he