1 She held the light at the same level, and it drew out with the same distinctness her slim young throat and the brown wrist no bigger than a child's.
2 You're just a child and bothered about your beaux.
3 It was a voice never raised in command to a servant or reproof to a child but a voice that was obeyed instantly at Tara, where her husband's blustering and roaring were quietly disregarded.
4 The next year, their first child was born and they named her Katie Scarlett, after Gerald's mother.
5 But Scarlett, child of Gerald, found the road to ladyhood hard.
6 She told herself that the child was merely full of life and there was still time in which to teach her the arts and graces of being attractive to men.
7 When Scarlett was a child, she had confused her mother with the Virgin Mary, and now that she was older she saw no reason for changing her opinion.
8 I gives you a good night, said Dilcey and, turning, left the room with her child, Pork dancing attendance.
9 They fell on unhearing ears, words that were swift and tender and full of pity, like a father speaking to a hurt child.
10 But she carried the child through its time with a minimum of discomfort, bore him with little distress and recovered so quickly that Mammy told her privately it was downright common--ladies should suffer more.
11 She felt little affection for the child, hide the fact though she might.
12 So Scarlett, unenthusiastic, went off with her child, first to visit her O'Hara and Robillard relatives in Savannah and then to Ellen's sisters, Pauline and Eulalie, in Charleston.
13 She knew very well they all thought she was a child of a mesalliance and wondered how a Robillard ever married a newly come Irishman.
14 Atlanta had always interested her more than any other town because when she was a child Gerald had told her that she and Atlanta were exactly the same age.
15 She is the most helpless soul--just like a sweet grown-up child, and Uncle Peter treats her that way.