When a Southerner took the trouble to pack a trunk and travel twenty miles for a visit,the visit was seldom of shorter duration than a month,usually much longer.Southerners were as enthusiastic visitors as they were hosts,and there was nothing unusual in relatives coming to spend the Christmas holidays and remaining until July.Often when newly married couples went on the usual round of honeymoon visits,they lingered in some pleasant home until the birth of their second child.Frequently elderly aunts and uncles came to Sunday dinner and remained until they were buried years later.Visitors presented no problem,for houses were large,servants numerous and the feeding of several extra mouths a minor matter in that land of plenty.All ages and sexes went visiting,honeymooners,young mothers showing off new babies,convalescents,the bereaved,girls whose parents were anxious to remove them from the dangers of unwise matches,girls who had reached the danger age without becoming engaged and who,it was hoped,would make suitable matches under the guidance of relatives in other places.Visitors added excitement and variety to the slow-moving Southern life and they were always welcome.
So Scarlett had come to Atlanta with no idea as to how long she would remain.If her visit proved as dull as those in Savannah and Charleston,she would return home in a month.If her stay was pleasant,she would remain indefinitely.But no sooner had she arrived than Aunt Pitty and Melanie began a campaign to induce her to make her home permanently with them.They brought up every possible argument.They wanted her for her own self because they loved her.They were lonely and often frightened at night in the big house,and she was so brave she gave them courage.She was so charming that she cheered them in their sorrow.Now that Charles was dead,her place and her son's place were with his kindred.
Besides,half the house now belonged to her,through Charles'will.Last,the Confederacy needed every pair of hands for sewing,knitting,bandage rolling and nursing the wounded.
Charles'Uncle Henry Hamilton,who lived in bachelor state at the Atlanta Hotel near the depot,also talked seriously to her on this subject.Uncle Henry was a short,pot-bellied,irascible old gentleman with a pink face,a shock of long silver hair and an utter lack of patience with feminine timidities and vaporings.It was for the latter reason that he was barely on speaking terms with his sister,Miss Pittypat.From childhood,they had been exact opposites in temperament and they had been further estranged by his objections to the manner in which she had reared Charles—“Making a damn sissy out of a soldier's son!”Years before,he had so insulted her that now Miss Pitty never spoke of him except in guarded whispers and with so great reticence that a stranger would have thought the honest old lawyer a murderer,at the least.
The insult had occurred on a day when Pitty wished to draw five hundred dollars from her estate,of which he was trustee,to invest in a nonexistent gold mine.He had refused to permit it and stated heatedly that she had no more sense than a June bug and furthermore,it gave him the fidgets to be around her longer than five minutes.Since that day,she only saw him formally,once a month,when Uncle Peter drove her to his office to get the housekeeping money.After these brief visits,Pitty always took to her bed for the rest of the day with tears and smelling salts.
Melanie and Charles,who were on excellent terms with their uncle,had frequently offered to relieve her of this ordeal,but Pitty always set her babyish mouth firmly and refused.Henry was her cross and she must bear him.From this,Charles and Melanie could only infer that she took a profound pleasure in this occasional excitement,the only excitement in her sheltered life.
Uncle Henry liked Scarlett immediately because,he said,he could see that for all her silly affectations she had a few grains of sense.He was trustee,not only of Pitty's and Melanie's estates,but also of that left Scarlett by Charles.It came to Scarlett as a pleasant surprise that she was now a well-to-do young woman,for Charles had not only left her half of Aunt Pitty's house but farm lands and town property as well.And the stores and warehouses along the railroad track near the depot,which were part of her inheritance,had tripled in value since the war began.It was when Uncle Henry was giving her an account of her property that he broached the matter of her permanent residence in Atlanta.
“When Wade Hampton comes of age,he's going to be a rich young man,”he said.“The way Atlanta is growing his property will be ten times more valuable in twenty years,and it's only right that the boy should be raised where his property is,so he can learn to take care of it—yes,and of Pitty's and Melanie's too.He'll be the only man of the Hamilton name left before long,for I won't be here forever.”
As for Uncle Peter,he took it for granted that Scarlett had come to stay.It was inconceivable to him that Charles'only son should be reared where he could not supervise the rearing.To all these arguments,Scarlett smiled but said nothing,unwilling to commit herself before learning how she would like Atlanta and constant association with her in-laws.She knew,too,that Gerald and Ellen would have to be won over.Moreover,now that she was away from Tara,she missed it dreadfully,missed the red fields and the springing green cotton and the sweet twilight silences.For the first time,she realized dimly what Gerald had meant when he said that the love of the land was in her blood.
So she gracefully evaded,for the time being,a definite answer as to the duration of her visit and slipped easily into the life of the red-brick house at the quiet end of Peachtree Street.
