Fortified by her rolls, Scarlett was cheerfully singing under her breath when she went downstairs Thursday. She found her aunts in a nervous frenzy of preparation for her grandfather's birthday dinner. While Eulalie wrestled with branches of dark green magnolia leaves for arrangements on the sideboard and mantel, Pauline was going through stacks of heavy linen tablecloths and napkins, trying to find the ones she remembered as her father's favorite.

"What difference does it make?" Scarlett asked impatiently. Talk about a tempest in a teapot! Grandfather wouldn't even see the dinning room table from his room. "Just pick the one that shows the darning least."

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