Chapter 10
Over the waffles next morning, Pittypat was lachrymose, Melanie was silent and Scarlett defiant.
“ I don’t care if they do talk. I’ll bet I made more money for the hospital than any girl there — more than all the messy old stuff we sold, too.”
“ Oh, dear, what does the money matter?” wailed Pittypat, wringing her hands. “I just couldn’t believe my eyes, and poor Charlie hardly dead a year. . . . And that awful Captain Butler, making you so conspicuous, and he’s a terrible, terrible person, Scarlett. Mrs. Whiting’s cousin, Mrs. Coleman, whose husband came from Charleston, told me about him. He’s the black sheep of a lovely family — oh, how could any of the Butlers ever turn out anything like him? He isn’t received in Charleston and he has the fastest reputation and there was
