1 "I wouldn't have Cade on a silver tray," cried Scarlett in fury.
2 In her large black hands was a tray upon which food smoked, two large yams covered with butter, a pile of buckwheat cakes dripping syrup, and a large slice of ham swimming in gravy.
3 Mammy set the tray on the table and squared herself, hands on hips.
4 Seeing the obdurate look on Scarlett's face, Mammy picked up the tray and, with the bland guile of her race, changed her tactics.
5 "Put down that tray and come lace me tighter," said Scarlett irritably.
6 Cloaking her triumph, Mammy set down the tray.
7 Scarlett obediently sat down before the tray, wondering if she would be able to get any food into her stomach and still have room to breathe.
8 These matters she discussed with Prissy in whispers one evening, as they prepared Melanie's supper tray, and Prissy, surprisingly enough, calmed her fears.
9 After sending up Melanie's breakfast tray, Scarlett dispatched Prissy for Mrs. Meade and sat down with Wade to eat her own breakfast.
10 She entered Melanie's room and saw that the breakfast tray was untouched.
11 Scarlett sat in her bedroom, picking at the supper tray Mammy had brought her, listening to the wind hurling itself out of the night.
12 On the table on the silver tray stood the decanter with cut-glass stopper out, surrounded by glasses.
13 But her hope turned to disappointment when Melly merely opened the door a crack and took the tray.
14 When the tea came he watched her in silent fascination while her hands flitted above the tray, looking miraculously fine and slender in contrast to the coarse china and lumpy bread.
15 But in spite of her efforts, conversation flagged after the tray had been removed, and she was driven to take a fresh measurement of Mr. Gryce's limitations.