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@@@@@I can make up for all the mistakes I madeI can make Mother proud of meWhen she was a child, Mammy had described heaven to her as a land of clouds like big feather mattresses where angels rested, amusing themselves by looking down at the goings-on below through cracks in the skyEver since her mother died, Scarlett had had an uncomfortable childish conviction that Ellen was watching her with unhappy concernI'll make it all better now, she promised her motherEleanor's affectionate welcome had, for the moment, erased all the fears and memories that filled her heart and mind when she saw the Yankee soldiersIt had even wiped out Scarlett's unacknowledged anxiety about her decision to follow Rhett to CharlestonShe felt safe and loved and invincibleShe could do anything, everythingShe would win Rhett's love again She would be the lady Ellen always meant for her to beShe would be admired and respected and adored by everyoneAnd she would never, ever, be lonely againWhen Pauline closed the last tiny, ivory-inlaid drawer of the rosewood desk and Eulalie hurriedly swallowed the last slice of cake, Eleanor Butler stood, pulling Scarlett up with her"I have to pick up my boots from the cobbler this morning," she said, "so I'll take Scarlett along and introduce her to King StreetNo woman can possibly feel at home until she knows where the shops areWill youall join us?" To Scarlett's immense relief, her aunts declinedButler all to herselfThe walk to Charleston's shops was pure pleasure in the warm bright winter sunlightKing Street was a revelation and a delightStores lined it for block after block; dry goods, hardware, boots, tobacco and cigars, hats, jewelry, china, seeds, medicines, wines, books, gloves, candies-it seemed that everything and anything could be bought on King StreetThere were crowds of shoppers, too, and dozens of smart buggies and open carriages, with liveried drivers and fashionably dressed occupants Charleston was nowhere near as dreary as she had remembered it and feared it to beIt was much bigger and busier than AtlantaAnd no sign of the Panic at