Heidi Page #3

- She was baptized Adelheid.

- Hmm.

She looks too young.

How old is she?

She's older than she appears.

She's nearly 11.

Aunt Dete doesn't tell the truth.

I'm eight years old today.

Grandfather was going to

give me a birthday party.

How far have you

gone in school?

I've never gone at all.

How do you do, Fraulein Klara?

I hope you will be well soon.

Not fraulein. I'm just Klara,

and I'll call you Heidi.

- Why do you sit in that chair with wheels?

- I can't walk.

I fell last summer and hurt my back.

That's when Fraulein Rottenmeier

came to take care of me.

Then you couldn't climb the mountain

with Goat Peter, Swanly and Bearly.

Who are they?

Are they friends of yours?

Yes. They're

the grandfather's goats...

and Peter, he's the goat general.

Oh, tell me about them.

That's enough! You will take

that impossible child back!

You'll have to give me

more expense money then...

and the 50 marks

Herr Sesemann promised.

You dare to speak

to me like that?

- I'll not give you one pfennig!

- You'd better.

I've brought just the kind of child

Herr Sesemann asked for...

unless you have

your own reasons for not wanting her.

Get out, and take your

wretched niece with you!

All right, but you'll

give me the money...

or I'll write to Herr Sesemann.

You think I don't know

what your little game is?

A rich widower and his sick child.

You don't want Klara

to get well... not yet...

not until

you've made him think...

his little darling

can't live without you.

Now you can get rid of

the "impossible child" yourself!.

Sell her to the Gypsies,

for all I care!

I'm afraid the grandfather

will be worried.

He didn't know I was going away,

so I must go back tomorrow.

- Didn't Dete tell you?

- What?

- That you're to live here with me,

- No, she didn't tell me.

You see, my mama's dead, and my papa's

business keeps him in Paris most of the time.

- And I haven't anyone to play with.

- I can't live here!

I'm going back to the

grandfather right away!

- Indeed, you are.

- No, I like her!

Andrews will take you home

in the morning.

- No, I want her to stay!

- That is for me to decide.

- I know what is best for you, Klara.

- No! No! Papa sent for her, and you've got to wait till he comes home!

Klara, you're not strong enough for this

excitement. You'll make yourself ill.

Yes, I will, I know I will

if you don't let me keep Heidi!

- But, Klara, I can't stay!

- Quiet, dear.

Quiet. Remember what

a sick little girl you are.

You do want me to get well,

don't you, Fraulein?

- How can you ask?

- Then- Then please let me keep Heidi.

- Very well. For the present.

- You can't keep me here!

The grandfather is waiting.

He doesn't know where I am!

Dinner is served.

You'll like it here, Heidi.

We'll have such

good times together.

And Fraulein can send word

to your grandfather.

No, no! Aunt Dete

must take me home!

Dinner is waiting.

We will attend to that tomorrow.

- Then it's all right? I can go?

- I said in the morning, Adelheid.

Adelheid...

I am waiting.

For what we are

about to receive...

the Lord make us

truly thankful.

God bless Grandfather

and Swanly and Bearly...

and please make me

a good little girl.

- Amen.

- Ha!

You may serve.

Remember, Klara, only a little,

- Must you hoard your food, Adelheid?

- It's for the grandmother.

I'm going to take it

home with me tomorrow.

Put it back.

- What's that?

- It's technically known as false hare.

I think you'll find it rather tasty.

Will you serve yourself?

I think I'd rather

just have some cheese.

Evidently our little friend

has no idea of table manners.

Bring me the tray, Andrews.

Now watch, Adelheid.

This is the way

civilized people serve themselves,

Stop!

Oh, dear, what a pity.

You may go.

This is not humorous.

You are not in your barbarous hut

in the Alps now, but in a cultured home.

Adelheid,!

Did I actually see you yawn?

- I'm horrified!

- Don't scold her.

She's had such a hard day.

I am trying

to be patient, Klara.

But it is the height of impropriety

to yawn at the dinner table.

Ayawn at any time

is a sign of disrespect...

and lack of control,

It shows

the attention is wandering...

and that the young person is not

interested in the improvement of her mind.

Oh!

Why, it's really more

than it's worth.

- You're going for the child?

- I am.

You're not walking all the way

to Frankfurt? It's over 100 miles.

- I shall get there.

- Let us lend you enough railway fare.

That's kind of you, Franz...

but my legs will carry me.

I have money to bring us

back on the train.

- Auf Wiedersehen. - Good luck,

Adolph. - Godspeed to you, neighbor.

Well, Little Miss Hasty Pudding.

I heard Goat Peter's horn.

He must be looking for me.

- Goat Peter?

- Yes. There. Don't you hear it?

I say, it's a little chilly outside

for this sort of thing, isn't it?

Let's try the window. Come on.

Fresh fish!

Fresh fish!

Oh, it isn't Goat Peter at all.

It's only fresh fish.

You'd better get dressed,

little fraulein.

Breakfast will be soon.

Well, I never thought I'd

turn out to be a lady's maid.

There.

Hurry up.

Breakfast in 10 minutes,

Adelheid.

We insist on punctuality

in this household.

"Punctuality. "

Don't dawdle.

"Adelheid-"

- Well, I-

- Shh!

It is the height of punctuality

to yawn at the dinner table.

Isn't Heidi the funniest little thing?

I'm so glad she's going to stay.

- Is she?

- Yes, but she doesn't know it.

The poor dear thinks

she's going home today.

But she'll be happier here.

Don't you think so?

I'll have some new

dresses made for her.

Do you think you

could manage a new hat?

Oh, Heidi!

It's lovely!

I wonder where Aunt Dete is.

It's time we started.

Oh, uh, don't think

about that now.

We're going to have our lessons

with Fraulein in a minute.

Well, maybe I could

just this once...

if there's time.

I'll be sorry to leave you.

I hope you begin

to walk soon...

and not have to

sit in that chair.

Fraulein says perhaps

I'll never walk again.

Well, Goat Peter said

I'd never learn to read...

but the grandfather

told me I could, and I did.

Your back feels just like mine.

And your legs do too.

I should think you could walk

if you wanted to enough.

- Why don't you try?

- Oh, I wouldn't dare.

- Why not?

- I might fall.

Lean on me.

I'm pretty strong.

Do you really think

I could walk?

We'll try, then we'd find out.

Come on,

put your hand on me.

No, no, I can't!

- Don't ever tell Fraulein!

- I won't.

- What's that?

- A monkey.

I'd better let her in.

She's sitting in the snow.

Oh, Fraulein

wouldn't like it.

She wouldn't want her

to catch cold.

Besides, I've never

met a monkey. Have you?

No. Not to speak to.

Oh, she says she's very cold.

Come on! Come on!

How are you?

She has very nice manners.

Fraulein Rottenmeier

would like you. Come on.

Doorbell when the hall's

being washed down!

- I want-a Louise.

- You want what?

- Louise, a-my monkey.

- Monkey? You've been misinformed.

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