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“Well，”said Scarlett shortly, snuggling under the blankets and realizing it was useless to try to throw Mammy off the scent，“who did you think it was？”
“Chile, Ah din"know but Ah din"lak de look on yo"face yestiddy. An"Ah"membered Miss Pittypat writin’Miss Melly dat dat rapscallion Butler man had lots of money an’Ah doan fergit whut Ah hears.But Mist’Frank, he a gempmum even ef he ain’so pretty.”
Scarlett gave her a sharp look and Mammy returned the gaze with calm omniscience.
“Well, what are you going to do about it？Tattle to Suellen？”
“Ah is gwine ter he"p you pleasure Mist"Frank eve"y way Ah knows how，”said Mammy, tucking the covers about Scarlett"s neck.
Scarlett lay quietly for a while, as Mammy fussed about the room, relief flooding her that there was no need for words between them. No explanations were asked, no reproaches made.Mammy understood and was silent.In Mammy, Scarlett had found a realist more uncompromising than herself.The mottled wise old eyes saw deeply, saw clearly, with the directness of the savage and the child, undeterred by conscience when danger threatened her pet.Scarlett was her baby and what her baby wanted, even though it belonged to another, Mammy was willing to help her obtain.The rights of Suellen and Frank Kennedy did not even enter her mind, save to cause a grim inward chuckle.Scarlett was in trouble and doing the best she could, and Scarlett was Miss Ellen"s child.Mammy rallied to her with never a moment"s hesitation.