CHAPTER XLI
WHEN THE LAST GOOD-BY had been said and the last sound of wheels and hooves died away, Scarlett went into Ellen's office and removed a gleaming object from where she had hidden it the night before between the yellowed papers in the pigeon-holes of the secretary. Hearing Pork sniffling in the dining room as he went about laying the table for dinner she called to him. He came to her, his black face as forlorn as a lost and masterless hound.
"Pork," she said sternly, "you cry just once more and I'll—I'll cry, too. You've got to stop."
"Yas'm. Ah try but eve'y time Ah try Ah thinks of Mist' Gerald an'—"
"Well, don't think. I can stand everybody else's tears but not yours. There." she broke off gently, "don't you see? I can't stand yours because I know how you loved him. Blow yo
