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.
"Well, it shouldn't," said Grandma, fastening a sharp eye upon her. "For it's just exactly the course you've been following since you went to Atlanta. Oh, yes! We hear of your didoes, even if we are buried down here in the country. You've changed with the changing times too. We hear how you suck up to the Yankees and the white trash and the new-rich Carpetbaggers to get money out of them. Butter doesn't melt in your mouth from all I can hear. Well, go to it, I say.
And get every cent out of them you can, but when you've got enough money, kick them in the face, because they can't serve you any longer. Be sure you do that and do it properly, for trash hanging onto your coat tails can ruin you."
Scarlett looked at her, her brow wrinkling with the effort to digest the words. They still didn't make much sense and she was still angry at Ashley being called a turtle on his back.
"I think you're wrong about Ashley," she said abruptly.
"Scarlett, you just aren't smart."
"That's your opinion," said Scarlett rudely, wishing it were permissible to smack old ladies' jaws.
"Oh, you're smart enough about dollars and cents. That's a man's way of being smart. But you aren't smart at all like a woman. You aren't a speck smart about folks."
Scarlett's eyes began to snap fire and her hands to clench and unclench.
"I've made you good and mad, haven't I?" asked the old lady, smiling. "Well, I aimed to do just that."
"Oh, you did, did you? And why, pray?"
"I had good and plenty reasons."
Grandma sank back in her chair and Scarlett suddenly realized that she looked very tired
and incredibly old. The tiny clawlike hands folded over the fan were yellow and waxy as a dead person's. The anger went out of Scarlett's heart as a thought came to her. She leaned over and took one of the hands in hers.
"You're a mighty sweet old liar," she said. "You didn't mean a word of all this rigmarole.
You've just been talking to keep my mind off Pa, haven't you?"
"Don't fiddle with me!" said Old Miss grumpily, Jerking away her hand. "Partly for that reason, partly because what I've been telling you is the truth and you're just too stupid to realize it."