"I want to say—I mean, I've thought for a long time that—that not only should we pull up the weeds but we should plant flowers on—I—I don't care what you think but every time I go to take flowers to dear Charlie's grave, I always put some on the grave of an unknown Yankee which is near by. It—it looks so forlorn!"
The excitement broke out again in louder words and this time the two organizations merged and spoke as one.
"On Yankee graves! Oh, Melly, how could you! "And they killed Charlie!" "They almost killed you!" "Why, the Yankees might have killed Beau when he was born!" "They tried to burn you out of Tara!"
Melanie held onto the back of her chair for support, almost crumpling beneath the weight of a disapproval she had never known before.
"Oh, ladies!" she cried, pleading. "Please
