She looked at the lank figure leaning against the porch column, chewing a straw. Undoubtedly, as Mammy frequently declared, Will was something the Lord had provided and Scarlett often wondered how Tara could have lived through the last few months without him.He never had much to say, never displayed any energy, never seemed to take much interest in anything that went on about him, but he knew everything about everybody at Tara.And he did things.He did them silently, patiently and competently.Though he had only one leg, he could work faster than Pork.And he could get work out of Pork, which was, to Scarleft, a marvelous thing.When the cow had the colic and the horse fell ill with a mysterious ailment which threatened to remove him permanently from them, Will sat up nights with them and saved them.That he was a shrewd trader brought him Scarlett's respect, for he could ride out in the mornings with a bushel or two of apples, sweet potatoes and other vegetables and return with seeds, lengths of cloth, flour and other necessities which she knew she could never have acquired, good trader though she was.
He had gradually slipped into the status of a member of the family and slept on a cot in the little dressing room off Gerald's room. He said nothing of leaving Tara, and Scarlett was careful not to question him, fearful that he might leave them.Sometimes, she thought that if he were anybody and had any gumption he would go home, even if he no longer had a home.But even with this thought, she would pray fervently that he would remain indefinitely.It was so convenient to have a man about the house.
She thought too, that if Carreen had the sense of a mouse she would see that Will cared for her. Scarlett would have been eternally grateful to Will, had he asked her for Carreen's hand.Of course, before the war, Will would certainly not have been an eligible suitor.He was not of the planter class at all, though he was not poor white.He was just plain Cracker, a small farmer, half-educated, prone to grammatical errors and ignorant of some of the finer manners the O'Haras were accustomed to in gentlemen.In fact, Scarlett wondered if he could be called a gentleman at all and decided that he couldn't.Melanie hotly defended him, saying that anyone who had Will's kind heart and thoughtfulness of others was of gentle birth.Scarlett knew that Ellen would have fainted at the thought of a daughter of hers marrying such a man, but now Scarlett had been by necessity forced too far away from Ellen's teaching to let that worry her.Men were scarce, girls had to marry someone and Tara had to have a man.But Carreen, deeper and deeper immersed in her prayer book and every day losing more of her touch with the world of realities, treated Will as gently as a brother and took him as much for granted as she did Pork.
“If Carreen had any sense of gratitude to me for what I've done for her, she'd marry him and not let him get away from here,”Scarlett thought indignantly.“But no, she must spend her time mooning about a silly boy who probably never gave her a serious thought.”
So Will remained at Tara, for what reason she did not know and she found his businesslike man-to-man attitude with her both pleasant and helpful. He was gravely deferential to the vague Gerald but it was to Scarlett that he turned as the real head of the house.
She gave her approval to the plan of hiring out the horse even though it meant the family would be without any means of transportation temporarily. Suellen would be especially grieved at this.Her greatest joy lay in going to Jonesboro or Fayetteville with Will when he drove over on business.Adorned in the assembled best of the family, she called on old friends, heard all the gossip of the County and felt herself again Miss O'Hara of Tara.Suellen never missed the opportunity to leave the plantation and give herself airs among people who did not know she weeded the garden and made beds.
Miss Fine Airs will just have to do without gadding for two weeks, thought Scarlett, and we'll have to put up with her nagging and her bawling.
