Gone with the Wind / Унесённые ветром. Уровень 3

«It’s so alive and exciting!»

Scarlett’s eye was caught by a figure on the sidewalk in a brightly colored dress. She saw a tall handsome woman with a bold face and a mass of red hair.

В«Uncle Peter, who is she?В» Scarlett whispered.

«Her name is Belle Watling», said Uncle Peter. «Miss Scarlett, you’ll see a lot of strange folks in this town».

As they passed a green house, a little black girl on the front steps cried, В«She has come!В», and Dr. Meade and his wife and little thirteen-year-old Phil emerged.

В«What are hospital committees?В» Scarlett asked.

В«We have nursing committees for different hospitalsВ», Mrs. Meade said. В«We nurse the men and help the doctors and make bandages and clothesВ».

The carriage slipped and slid down the muddy road and Scarlett leaned back on the cushions and smiled. Atlanta was very pleasant.

Scarlett saw the red brick and slate roof of Miss Pittypat’s house.

Scarlett came to Atlanta with no idea as to how long she was going to remain. But Aunt Pitty and Melanie began a campaign to induce her to make her home permanently with them. They loved her so much.

Uncle Henry liked Scarlett immediately.

«When Wade Hampton comes of age, he’s going to be a rich young man», Uncle Henry said. Scarlett smiled but said nothing. She missed Tara.

Scarlett could not escape her duty because she was on both Mrs. Meade’s and Mrs. Merriwether’s committees. That meant four mornings a week in the stinking hospital. Every matron, old or young, in Atlanta nursed.

Certainly there was nothing romantic about nursing. To her, it meant groans, delirium, death and smells. The hospitals were filled with dirty, bewhiskered, verminous men who smelled terribly.

Melanie she was gentle, sympathetic and cheerful, and the men in the hospitals called her an angel of mercy. Scarlett did not like nursing at all! But in spite of these discomforts, Atlanta pleased her very well.

Chapter VII

It simply wasn’t fair. Scarlett had worked twice as hard as any girl in town. She had knitted socks and baby caps and mufflers and tatted yards of lace.