1 Well, this Mr. Butler took a Charleston girl out buggy riding.
2 And, my dear, they stayed out nearly all night and walked home finally, saying the horse had run away and smashed the buggy and they had gotten lost in the woods.
3 She saw the dark bulk of a buggy stop in front of the house and indistinct figures alight.
4 She saw a long vista of picnics by the bubbling waters of Peachtree Creek and barbecues at Stone Mountain, receptions and balls, afternoon danceables, buggy rides and Sunday-night buffet suppers.
5 A horse and buggy came slowly up the road and she turned to watch it, determined to beg a ride if the driver was a white person.
6 The rain obscured her vision as the buggy came abreast, but she saw the driver peer over the tarpaulin that stretched from the dashboard to his chin.
7 He colored with pleasure at the obvious sincerity of her words, hastily squirted a stream of tobacco juice from the opposite side of the buggy and leaped spryly to the ground.
8 He shook her hand enthusiastically and holding up the tarpaulin, assisted her into the buggy.
9 Hastily she looked out of the buggy into the muddy street, lest Frank should see her expression.
10 Scarlett O'Hara, so high spirited and pretty, crying here in his buggy.
11 Mammy was standing on the front porch when Frank helped Scarlett out of the buggy.
12 Sometimes in the afternoons he took Scarlett riding with him in his buggy when he went out on business.
13 Soon she was a familiar sight on Atlanta's streets, sitting in her buggy beside the dignified, disapproving old darky driver, a lap robe pulled high about her, her little mittened hands clasped in her lap.
14 A faint dab of rouge on her cheeks and a fainter fragrance of cologne made her a charming picture, as long as she did not alight from the buggy and show her figure.
15 And there was seldom any need for this, for she smiled and beckoned and the men came quickly to the buggy and frequently stood bareheaded in the rain to talk business with her.