近期热门的优选书刊《飘》，轻松有趣温柔的治愈你(93)

The illness dragged on and Frank worried more and more about the store as each day passed. The place was in charge of the counter boy, who came to the house every night to report on the day"s transactions, but Frank was not satisfied.He fretted until Scarlett who had only been waiting for such an opportunity laid a cool hand on his forehead and said：
“Now, sweetheart, I shall be vexed if you take on so.I"ll go to town and see how things are.”
And she went, smiling as she smothered his feeble protests. During the three weeks of her new marriage, she had been in a fever to see his account books and find out just how money matters stood.What luck that he was bedridden！
The store stood near Five Points, its new roof glaring against the smoked bricks of the old walls. Wooden awnings covered the sidewalk to the edge ofthe street, and at the long iron bars connecting the uprights horses and mules were hitched, their heads bowed against the cold misty rain, their backs covered with torn blankets and quilts.The inside of the store was almost like Bullard"s store in Jonesboro, except that there were no loungers about the roaring red-hot stove, whittling and spitting streams of tobacco juice at the sand boxes.It was bigger than Bullard"s store and much darker.The wooden awnings cut off most of the winter daylight and the interior was dim and dingy, only a trickle of light coming in through the small fly-specked windows high up on the side walls.The floor was covered with muddy sawdust and everywhere was dust and dirt.There was a semblance of order in the front of the store, where tall shelves rose into the gloom stacked with bright bolts of cloth, china, cooking utensils and notions.But in the back, behind the partition, chaos reigned.