God Help The Man Who Ever Really

Sometimes Frank Sighed, Thinking He Had Caught A Tropic Bird, All Flame And Jewel Color, When A Wren Would Have Served Him Just As Well. In Fact, Much Better.

Yes, As Rhett Had Prophesied, Marriage Could Be A Lot Of Fun. Not Only Was It Fun But She Was Learning Many Things. That Was Odd In Itself, Because Scarlett Had Thought Life Could Teach Her No More. Now She Felt Like A Child, Every Day On The Brink Of A New Discovery.

Like Most Girls, Her Imagination Carried Her Just As Far As The Altar And No Further.

Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

Babies, Babies, Babies. Why Did God Make So Many Babies? But No, God Didn't Make Them. Stupid People Made Them.