man to love his child but she felt there was something unmanly in the display of such love. He should be offhand and careless, as other men were. “You are making a fool of yourself,” she said irritably, “and I don’t see why.” “No? Well, you wouldn’t. The reason is that she’s the first person who’s ever belonged utterly to me.” “She belongs to me, too.” “No, you have two other children. She’s mine.” “Great balls of fire!” said Scarlett. “I had the baby, didn’t I? Besides honey, I belong to you.” Rhett looked at her over the black head of the child and smiled oddly. “Do you, my dear?”
