“I hope I'll be like one of the darkies too,”said Melanie,mustering a smile which suddenly disappeared as pain contorted her face.
Scarlett looked down at Melanie's tiny hips with none too sanguine hopes but said reassuringly:“Oh,it's not really so bad.”
“Oh,I know it isn't.I'm afraid I'm a little coward.Is—is Mrs.Elsing coming right away?”
“Yes,right away,”said Scarlett.“I'll go down and get some fresh water and sponge you off.It's so hot today.”
She took as long a time as possible in getting the water,running to the front door every two minutes to see if Prissy were coming.There was no sign of Prissy so she went back upstairs,sponged Melanie's perspiring body and combed out her long dark hair.
When an hour had passed she heard scuffing negro feet coming down the street,and looking out of the window,saw Prissy returning slowly,switching herself as before and tossing her head with as many airy affectations as if she had a large and interested audience.
“Some day,I'm going to take a strap to that little wench,”thought Scarlett savagely,hurrying down the stairs to meet her.
“Miss Elsing ober at de horsepittle.Dey Cookie 'lows a whole lot of wounded sojers come in on de early train.Cookie fixin'soup ter tek ober dar.She say—”
“Never mind what she said,”interrupted Scarlett,her heart sinking.“Put on a clean apron because I want you to go over to the hospital.I'm going to give you a note to Dr.Meade,and if he isn't there,give it to Dr.Jones or any of the other doctors.And if you don't hurry back this time,I'll skin you alive.”
“Yas'm.”
“And ask any of the gentlemen for news of the fighting.If they don't know,go by the depot and ask the engineers who brought the wounded in.Ask if they are fighting at Jonesboro or near there.”
“Gawdlmighty,Miss Scarlett!”And sudden fright was in Prissy's black face.“De Yankees ain'at Tara,is dey?”
“I don't know.I'm telling you to ask for news.”
“Gawdlmighty,Miss Scarlett!Whut'll dey do ter Maw?”
Prissy began to bawl suddenly,loudly,the sound adding to Scarlett's own uneasiness.
“Stop bawling!Miss Melanie will hear you.Now go change your apron,quick.”
Spurred to speed,Prissy hurried toward the back of the house while Scarlett scratched a hasty note on the margin of Gerald's last letter to her—the only bit of paper in the house.As she folded it,so that her note was uppermost,she caught Gerald's words,“Your mother—typhoid—under no condition—to come home—”She almost sobbed.If it wasn't for Melanie,she'd start home,right this minute,if she had to walk every step of the way.
Prissy went off at a trot,the letter gripped in her hand,and Scarlett went back upstairs,trying to think of some plausible lie to explain Mrs.Elsing's failure to appear.But Melanie asked no questions.She lay upon her back,her face tranquil and sweet,and the sight of her quieted Scarlett for a while.
She sat down and tried to talk of inconsequential things,but the thoughts of Tara and a possible defeat by the Yankees prodded cruelly.She thought of Ellen dying and of the Yankees coming into Atlanta,burning everything,killing everybody.Through it all,the dull far-off thundering persisted,rolling into her ears in waves of fear.Finally,she could not talk at all and only stared out of the window at the hot still street and the dusty leaves hanging motionless on the trees.Melanie was silent too,but at intervals her quiet face was wrenched with pain.
She said,after each pain:“It wasn't very bad,really,”and Scarlett knew she was lying.She would have preferred a loud scream to silent endurance.She knew she should feel sorry for Melanie,but somehow she could not muster a spark of sympathy.Her mind was too torn with her own anguish.Once she looked sharply at the pain-twisted face and wondered why it should be that she,of all people in the world,should be here with Melanie at this particular time—she who had nothing in common with her,who hated her,who would gladly have seen her dead.Well,maybe she'd have her wish,and before the day was over too.A cold superstitious fear swept her at this thought.It was bad luck to wish that someone were dead,almost as bad luck as to curse someone.Curses came home to roost,Mammy said.She hastily prayed that Melanie wouldn't die and broke into feverish small talk,hardly aware of what she said.At last,Melanie put a hot hand on her wrist.
“Don't bother about talking,dear.I know how worried you are.I'm so sorry I'm so much trouble.”
Scarlett relapsed into silence but she could not sit still.What would she do if neither the doctor nor Prissy got there in time?She walked to the window and looked down the street and came back and sat down again.Then she rose and looked out of the window on the other side of the room.
An hour went by and then another.Noon came and the sun was high and hot and not a breath of air stirred the dusty leaves.Melanie's pains were harder now.Her long hair was drenched in sweat and her gown stuck in wet spots to her body.Scarlett sponged her face in silence but fear was gnawing at her.God in Heaven,suppose the baby came before the doctor arrived!What would she do?She knew less than nothing of midwifery.This was exactly the emergency she had been dreading for weeks.She had been counting on Prissy to handle the situation if no doctor should be available.Prissy knew all about midwifery.She'd said so time and again.But where was Prissy?Why didn't she come?Why didn't the doctor come?She went to the window and looked again.She listened hard and suddenly she wondered if it were only her imagination or if the sound of cannon in the distance had died away.If it were farther away it would mean that the fighting was nearer Jonesboro and that would mean—
