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But all the previous criticism of her conduct was as nothing compared with the buzz of gossip that now went through the town。 Scarlett was not only trafficking with the Yankees but was giving every appearance of really liking it！
Mrs。 Merriwether and many other Southerners were also doing business with the newcomers from the North； but the difference was that they did not like it and plainly showed they did not like it。 And Scarlett did； or seemed to； which was just as bad。 She had actually taken tea with the Yankee officers’ wives in their homes！ In fact； she had done practically everything short of inviting them into her own home； and the town guessed she would do even that； except for Aunt Pitty and Frank。
Scarlett knew the town was talking but she did not care； could not afford to care。 She still hated the Yankees with as fierce a hate as on the day when they tried to burn Tara； but she could dissemble that hate。 She knew that if she was going to make money； she would have to make it out of the Yankees； and she had learned that buttering them up with smiles and kind words was the surest way to get their business for her mill。
Some day when she was very rich and her money was hidden away where the Yankees could not find it； then； then she would tell them exactly what she thought of them； tell them how she hated and loathed and despised them。 And what a joy that would be！ But until that time came； it was just plain common sense to get along with them。 And if that was hypocrisy； let Atlanta make the most of it。
She discovered that making friends with the Yankee officers was as easy as shooting birds on the ground。 They were lonely exiles in a hostile land and many of them were starved for polite feminine associations in a town where respectable women drew their skirts aside in passing and looked as if they would like to spit on them。 Only the prostitutes and the negro women had kind words for them。 But Scarlett was obviously a lady and a lady of family； for all that she worked； and they thrilled to her flashing smile and the pleasant light in her green eyes。
Frequently when Scarlett sat in her buggy talking to them and making her dimples play； her dislike for them rose so strong that it was hard not to curse them to their faces。 But she restrained herself and she found that twisting Yankee men around her finger was no more difficult than that same diversion had been with Southern men。 Only this was no diversion but a grim business。 The role she enacted was that of a refined sweet Southern lady in distress。 With an air of dignified reserve she was able to keep her victims at their proper distance； but there was nevertheless a graciousness in her manner which left a certain warmth in the Yankee officers’ memories of Mrs。 Kennedy。
This warmth was very profitable—as Scarlett had intended it to be。 Many of the officers of the garrison； not knowing how long they would be stationed in Atlanta； had sent for their wives and families。 As the hotels and boarding houses were overflowing； they were building small houses； and they were glad to buy their lumber from the gracious Mrs。 Kennedy； who treated them more politely than anyone else in town。 The Carpetbaggers and Scalawags also； who were building fine homes and stores and hotels with their new wealth； found it more pleasant to do business with her than with the former Confederate soldiers who were courteous but with a courtesy more formal and cold than outspoken hate。
So； because she was pretty and charming and could appear quite helpless and forlorn at times； they gladly patronized her lumber yard and also Frank’s store； feeling that they should help a plucky little woman who apparently had only a shiftless husband to support her。 And Scarlett； watching the business grow； felt that she was safeguarding not only the present with Yankee money but the future with Yankee friends。
Keeping her relations with the Yankee officers on the plane she desired was easier man she expected； for they all seemed to be in awe of Southern ladies； but Scarlett soon found that their wives presented a problem she had not anticipated。 Contacts with the Yankee women were not of her seeking。 She would have been glad to avoid them but she could not； for the officers’ wives were determined to meet her。 They had an avid curiosity about the South and Southern women； and Scarlett gave them their first opportunity to satisfy it。 Other Atlanta women would have nothing to do with them and even refused to bow to them in church； so when business brought Scarlett to their homes； she was like an answer to prayer。 Often when Scarlett sat in her buggy in front of a Yankee home talking of uprights and shingles with the man of the house； the wife came out to join in the conversation or insist that she come inside for a cup of tea。 Scarlett seldom refused； no matter how distasteful the idea might be； for she always hoped to have an opportunity to suggest tactfully that they do their trading at Frank’s store。 But her self…control was severely tested many times； because of the personal questions they asked and because of the smug and condescending attitude they displayed toward all things Southern。
Accepting Uncle Tom’s Cabin as revelation second only to the Bible； the Yankee women all wanted to know about the bloodhounds which every Southerner kept to track down runaway slaves。 And they never believed her when she told them she had only seen one bloodhound in all her life and it was a small mild dog and not a huge ferocious mastiff。 They wanted to know about the dreadful branding irons which planters used to mark the faces of their slaves and the cat…o’…nine…tails with which they beat them to death； and they evidenced what Scarlett felt was a very nasty and ill…bred interest in slave concubinage。 Especially did she resent this in view of the enormous increase in mulatto babies in Atlanta since the Yankee soldiers had settled in the town。
Any other Atlanta woman would have expired in rage at having to listen to such bigoted ignorance but Scarlett managed to control herself。 Assisting her in this was the fact that they aroused her contempt more than her anger。 After all； they were Yankees and no one expected anything better from Yankees。 So their unthinking insults to her state； her people and their morals； glanced off and never struck deep enough to cause her more than a well…concealed sneer until an incident occurred which made her sick with rage and showed her； if she needed any showing； how wide was the gap between North and South and how utterly impossible it was to bridge it。
While driving home with Uncle Peter one afternoon； she passed the house into which were crowded the families of three officers who were building their own homes with Scarlett’s lumber。 The three wives were standing in the walk as she drove by and they waved to her to stop。 Coming out to the carriage block they greeted her in accents that always made her feel that one could forgive Yankees almost anything except their voices。
“You are just the person I want to see； Mrs。 Kennedy；” said a tall thin woman from Maine。 “I want to get some information about this benighted town。”
Scarlett swallowed the insult to Atlanta with the contempt it deserved and smiled her best。
“And what can I tell you？”
“My nurse； my Bridget； has gone back North。 She said she wouldn’t stay another day down here among the ‘nay…gurs’ as she calls them。 And the children are just driving me distracted！ Do tell me how to go about getting another nurse。 I do not know where to apply。”
That shouldn’t be difficult；” said Scarlett and laughed。 “If you can find a darky just in from the country who hasn’t been spoiled by the Freedmen’s Bureau； you’ll have the best kind of servant possible。 Just stand at your gate here and ask every darky woman who passes and I’m sure—”
The three women broke into indignant outcries。
“Do you think I’d trust my babies to a black nigger？” cried the Maine woman。 “I want a good Irish girl。”
“I’m afraid you’ll find no Irish servants in Atlanta；” answered Scarlett； coolness in her voice。 “Personally； I’ve never seen a white servant and I shouldn’t care to have one in my house。