“But I do like it,”thought Scarlett trying to grasp the old lady's meaning.“I'm glad Will is going to marry her.Why should she think I minded?She's taking it for granted that I do mind,just like her.”
She felt puzzled and a little ashamed,as always when people attributed to her emotions and motives they possessed and thought she shared.
Grandma fanned herself with her palmetto leaf and went on briskly:“I don't approve of the match any more than you do but I'm practical and so are you.And when it comes to something that's unpleasant but can't be helped,I don't see any sense in screaming and kicking about it.That's no way to meet the ups and downs of life.I know because my family and the Old Doctor's family have had more than our share of ups and downs.And if we folks have a motto,it's this:‘Don't holler—smile and bide your time.’We've survived a passel of things that way,smiling and biding our time,and we've gotten to be experts at surviving.We had to be.We've always bet on the wrong horses.Run out of France with the Huguenots,run out of England with the Cavaliers,run out of Scotland with Bonnie Prince Charlie,run out of Haiti by the niggers and now licked by the Yankees.But we always turn up on top in a few years.You know why?”
She cocked her head and Scarlett thought she looked like nothing so much as an old,knowing parrot.
“No,I don't know,I'm sure,”she answered politely.But she was heartily bored,even as she had been the day when Grandma launched on her memories of the Creek uprising.
“Well,this is the reason.We bow to the inevitable.We're not wheat,we're buckwheat!When a storm comes along it flattens ripe wheat because it's dry and can't bend with the wind.But ripe buckwheat's got sap in it and it bends.And when the wind has passed,it springs up almost as straight and strong as before.We aren't a stiff-necked tribe.We're mighty limber when a hard wind's blowing,because we know it pays to be limber.When trouble comes we bow to the inevitable without any mouthing,and we work and we smile and we bide our time.And we play along with lesser folks and we take what we can get from them.And when we're strong enough,we kick the folks whose necks we've climbed over.That,my child,is the secret of the survival.”And after a pause,she added:“I pass it on to you.”
The old lady cackled,as if she were amused by her words,despite the venom in them.She looked as if she expected some comment from Scarlett but the words had made little sense to her and she could think of nothing to say.
“No,sir,”Old Miss went on,“our folks get flattened out but they rise up again,and that's more than I can say for plenty of people not so far away from here.Look at Cathleen Calvert.You see what she's come to.Poor white!And a heap lower than the man she married.Look at the McRae family.Flat to the ground,helpless,don't know what to do,don't know how to do anything.Won't even try.They spend their time whining about the good old days.And look at—well,look at nearly anybody in this County except my Alex and my Sally and you and Jim Tarleton and his girls and some others.The rest have gone under because they didn't have any sap in them,because they didn't have the gumption to rise up again.There never was anything to those folks but money and darkies,and now that the money and darkies are gone,those folks will be Cracker in another generation.”
“You forgot the Wilkes.”
“No,I didn't forget them.I just thought I'd be polite and not mention them,seeing that Ashley's a guest under this roof.But seeing as how you've brought up their names—look at them!There's India who from all I hear is a dried-up old maid already,giving herself all kinds of widowed airs because Stu Tarleton was killed and not making any effort to forget him and try to catch another man.Of course,she's old but she could catch some widower with a big family if she tried.And poor Honey was always a man-crazy fool with no more sense than a guinea hen.And as for Ashley,look at him!”
“Ashley is a very fine man,”began Scarlett hotly.
“I never said he wasn't but he's as helpless as a turtle on his back.If the Wilkes family pulls through these hard times,it'll be Melly who pulls them through.Not Ashley.”
“Melly!Lord,Grandma!What are you talking about?I've lived with Melly long enough to know she's sickly and scared and hasn't the gumption to say Boo to a goose.”
“Now why on earth should anyone want to say Boo to a goose?It always sounded like a waste of time to me.She might not say Boo to a goose but she'd say Boo to the world or the Yankee government or anything else that threatened her precious Ashley or her boy or her notions of gentility.Her way isn't your way,Scarlett,or my way.It's the way your mother would have acted if she'd lived.Melly puts me in mind of your mother when she was young....And maybe She'll pull the Wilkes family through.”
“Oh,Melly's a well-meaning little ninny.But you are very unjust to Ashley.He's—”
“Oh,foot!Ashley was bred to read books and nothing else.That doesn't help a man pull himself out of a tough fix,like we're all in now.From what I hear,he's the worst plow hand in the County!Now you just compare him with my Alex!Before the war,Alex was the most worthless dandy in the world and he never had a thought beyond a new cravat and getting drunk and shooting somebody and chasing girls who were no better than they should be.But look at him now!He learned farming because he had to learn.He'd have starved and so would all of us.Now he raises the best cotton in the County—yes,Miss!it's a heap better than Tara cotton!—and he knows what to do with hogs and chickens.Ha!He's a fine boy for all his bad temper.He knows how to bide his time and change with changing ways and when all this Reconstruction misery is over,you're going to see my Alex as rich a man as his father and his grandfather were.But Ashley—”
Scarlett was smarting at the slight to Ashley.
“It all sounds like tootle to me,”she said coldly.
