1 Mammy plucked a large towel from the washstand and carefully tied it around Scarlett's neck, spreading the white folds over her lap.
2 That meant four mornings a week in the sweltering, stinking hospital with her hair tied up in a towel and a hot apron covering her from neck to feet.
3 And once, alter such an operation, Scarlett found her in the linen closet vomiting quietly into a towel.
4 Occasionally she dropped the towel and rubbed her hands feebly and looked up at Scarlett with eyes enormous with pain.
5 But there was no time for thinking now, as Melanie called for water, for a cold towel on her head, to be fanned, to have the flies brushed away from her face.
6 Scarlett picked up the small baby and wrapped him hastily in a thick towel.
7 Melanie snatched a folded towel from the washstand rack and pressed it against his streaming shoulder and he smiled up weakly, reassuringly into her face.
8 Hand at her mouth, she stared while Melanie packed a fresh towel against his shoulder, pressing it hard as though she could force back the blood into his body.
9 But the towel reddened as though by magic.
10 "I did not mean to pry--" she said in a muffled voice, her white face reddening, as she hastily pressed the towel back into place.
11 When I asked for their mother, one of the girls dropped her towel, ran across the floor with noiseless bare feet, and disappeared.
12 Tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle in a towel, followed by Daisy and Jordan wearing small tight hats of metallic cloth and carrying light capes over their arms.
13 He unrolled the bottle of whiskey from the towel and put it on the table.
14 After a moment Tom got up and began wrapping the unopened bottle of whiskey in the towel.
15 Looking out of the towel, he caught my eye.