近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(83)

Little Mrs. Hamilton was such a pretty pink-cheeked person, alternating between melancholy sighs when she thought of her sad plight, and laughter as gay and sweet as the tinkling of tiny silver bells when he made small jokes to cheer her.Her green gown, now neatly cleaned by Mammy, showed off her slender figure with its tiny waist to perfection, and how bewitching was the faint fragrance which always clung about her handkerchief and her hair！
It was a shame that such a fine little woman should be alone and helpless in a world so rough that she didn"t even understand its harshness.No husband nor brother nor even a father now to protect her.Frank thought the world too rude a place for a lone woman and, in that idea, Scarlett silently and heartily concurred.
He came to call every night, for the atmosphere of Pitty"s house was pleasant and soothing. Mammy"s smile at the front door was the smile reserved for quality folks, Pitty served him coffee laced with brandy and fluttered abouthim and Scarlett hung on his every utterance.Sometimes in the afternoons he took Scarlett riding with him in his buggy when he went out on business.These rides were merry affairs because she asked so many foolish questions—“just like a woman，”he told himself approvingly.He couldn"t help laughing at her ignorance about business matters and she laughed too, saying：