| PRISSY |
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Miss Scarlett! Miss Scarlett! Folks is all going to Macon! And folks is
running away-and running away! |
| PITTY |
I can't bear it! Those cannonballs right in my ears! I'll faint every time
I hear one! Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk! |
| SCARL |
But, Aunt Pitty, you aren't leaving? |
| PITTY |
I may be a coward, but-oh, dear! Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever
get in? |
| SCARL |
Oh, I'm going, too. Prissy, go pack my things! Get them, quick! |
| PRISSY |
Yes'm. |
| SCARL |
Wait, Aunt Pitty, I won't take a minute. |
| PITTY |
Scarlett! Scarlett, do you really think you ought to? |
| MEADE |
Scarlett! What is this? You ain't planning on running away? |
| SCARL |
Don't you dare try to stop me. I'm never going back to that hospital! I've
had enough of smelling death, and rot and death! I'm going home! I want
my mother! My mother needs me! |
| MEADE |
Now, you've got to listen to me! You must stay here! |
| PITTY |
Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade? It simply isn't done. |
| MEADE |
Good heavens, woman, this is war, not a garden party! |
| PITTY |
Oh. |
| MEADE |
Scarlett, you've got to stay. Melanie needs you. |
| SCARL |
Oh, bother Melanie! |
| MEADE |
She's ill already. She shouldn't even be having a baby. She may have a
difficult time. |
| SCARL |
Well, can't we-can't we take her along? |
| MEADE |
Would you want her to take that chance? Would you want her to be jounced
over rough roads and have the baby ahead of time in a buggy? |
| SCARL |
It isn't my baby. You take care of her! |