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"Tell my granddaughter to come here," he
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"Tell my granddaughter to come here," he said when Jerome came In
"She ain't home yet," said the old butler with a smileHe anticipated
the old man's anger with delightJerome hated ScarlettScarlett was
at the big City Market with the O'HarasAfter the confrontation with
her grandfather she had dressed, dismissed Pansy, and escaped
through
the garden to hurry, unaccompanied, the two short blocks to Jamie's
house"I've come to have company going to Mass," she told Maureen,
but her real reason was to be someplace where people were nice to
one
anotherAfter Mass the men went in one direction, the women and
children in another"They'll have a haircut and a gossip in the
barber shop at the Pulaski House Hotel," Maureen told Scarlett"And
most likely a pint or two in the saloonIt's better than a newspaper
for hearing what's going onWe'll get our own news at the Market
while I buy some oysters for a nice pie Savannah's City Market had
the same purpose and the same excitement as the Market in
Charleston
Until she was back in the familiar hubbub of bargaining and buying and
friends greeting friends, Scarlett hadn't realized how much she'd
missed it when the Season took precedence for women's time
She wished now that she'd taken Pansy with her after all; she could
have filled a basket with the exotic fruits that came in through
Savannah's busy seaport if only she'd had her maid to carry it
Mary Kate and Helen were doing that chore for the O 'Hara women
Scarlett let them carry some oranges for herAnd she insisted on
paying for the coffee and caramel rolls they all had at one of the
standsStill, she refused when Maureen invited her to come home for
dinner with themShe hadn't told her grandfather's cook that she
wouldn't be at the houseAnd she wanted to catch up on the sleep
she'd missedIt wouldn't do to look like death warmed over if Rhett
came in on the afternoon trainShe kissed Maureen goodbye at the
Robillard doorstep, called goodbye to the othersThey were almost a
block behind, slowed down by the unsteady steps of the little children
and Patricia's burdened by pregnancy paceHelen ran up with a
bulging
paper sac |