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@@@@@ "So I got off the hook," she told Mrs"But only by the skin of my teeth I'm not so sure being The O'Hara is exactly what I thought it would be "And what was that, exactly, Mrs In August the potatoes were harvestedIt was the best crop they'd ever had, the farmers said Then they began to reap the wheatScarlett loved to watch them The shiny sickles flashed in the sun and the golden stalks fell like rippling silkSometimes she took the place of the man who followed the reaperShe'd borrow the staff with a curved end that the farmers called the loghter-hook and draw up the fallen wheat into small sheavesShe couldn't master the quick twisting movement the man made to tie each sheaf with a stalk of wheat, but she became very handy with the loghter-hookIt sure beats picking cotton, she told ColumYet there were still moments when sharp pangs of homesickness caught her off guardHe understood her feelings, he said, and Scarlett was sure he didHe truly was the brother she'd always wanted Colum seemed preoccupied, but he said it was nothing more than his impatience that the wheat took precedence over finishing the work on the inn that Brendon Kennedy was making in the building next to his barScarlett remembered the desperate man in the church, the man Colum had said was "on the run She wondered if there were more of them, what Colum did for themBut she'd really rather not know, and she didn't askShe preferred to think about happy things, like Kathleen's weddingKevin O'Connor wasn't the man Scarlett would have picked for her, but he was clearly head over heels in love, and he had a good farm with twenty cows at grass, so he was considered a very good catchKathleen had a substantial dowry, in cash saved up from selling butter and eggs, and in her owning all the kitchen implements of Daniel's houseShe sensibly accepted a gift of a hundred pounds from ScarlettIt wasn't necessary to add it to her dowry, she said with a conspiratorial win