Scarlett checks her appearance in the mirror. "Oh, Mammy, I'm so thin and pale and...I haven't any clothes. Scoot up to the attic and get down Ma's old box of dress patterns. What you up to with Miss Ellen's portiere (draperies)? You'll make me a new dress. Not with Miss Ellen's portieres. Not while I got a breath in me. Great balls of fire! They're my portiere's now. I'm going to Atlanta for that $ 300 and I've got to go looking like a queen."