After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

I Loved Something I Made Up, Something That's Just As Dead As Melly Is. I Made A Pretty Suit Of Clothes And Fell In Love With It. And When Ashley Came Riding Along, So Handsome, So Different, I Put That Suit On Him And Made Him Wear It Whether It Fitted Him Or Not. And I Wouldn't See What He Really Was. I Kept On Loving The Pretty Clothes—and Not Him At All.

Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

The Happiest Days Are When Babies Come.

So I Have. Let Me Hold The Baby, Scarlett. Oh, I Know How To Hold Babies. I Have Many Strange Accomplishments. Well, He Certainly Looks Like Frank. All Except The Whiskers, But Give Him Time.” “i Hope Not. It’s A Girl.

If Gone With The Wind Has A Theme It Is That Of Survival. What Makes Some People Come Through Catastrophes And Others, Apparently Just As Able, Strong, And Brave, Go Under? It Happens In Every Upheaval. Some People Survive; Others Don't. What Qualities Are In Those Who Fight Their Way Through Triumphantly That Are Lacking In Those That Go Under? I Only Know That Survivors Used To Call That Quality 'gumption.' So I Wrote About People Who Had Gumption And People Who Didn't.