Little Women Page #2

- And I hate affected, niminy-piminy chicks.

Birds in their little nests agree.

Really, you're both to blame.

You're old enough to leave off boyish tricks

and behave better, Josephine.

Now you are so tall and turn up your hair,

you must remember you're a young lady.

No, I'm not. And if turning up my hair

makes me so, I'll wear it down till I'm 100.

Jo!

As for you, Amy, your absurd words

are as bad as Jo's slang.

Your airs are funny now,

but you'll grow into an affected goose...

...unless you take care.

If Jo is a tomboy and Amy's a goose,

what am I, please?

You're a dear and nothing else.

We're three ungrateful wretches

who don't deserve you.

Wait until I become a famous author

and make my fortune.

Then we'll all ride in fine carriages,

dressed like Flo King...

...snubbing Amy's friends and telling

Aunt March to go to the dickens.

Let's rehearse.

We'll start with the fainting scene.

You're as stiff as a poker in that, Amy.

Well, I can't help it.

I've never seen anyone faint...

...and I don't intend to make myself

black-and-blue tumbling as flat as you do.

It's easy if you'll only watch me. Come on.

- Lf I can drop gracefully, I'll...

- Now, when I come in...

...you'll see the horrible look in my eyes

and you shrink back trembling.

Go ahead.

Get into the mood, Amy.

Now, when I start toward you,

with wicked intentions...

Oh, Amy, you...

...draw back in horror,

covering your eyes with your hands.

"Roderigo, Roderigo!

"Save me, save me!"

There, now you see? Now, it's easy.

Now, here I come.

"Roderigo, Roderigo!

"Save me, save me!"

- You were marvelous.

- That was lovely.

Glad to find you so merry, my girls.

- Darling.

- Marmee.

- How is your cold, Meg?

- Much better.

Beth, dear, kiss me, baby.

Thank you, Jo. Thank you, dear.

- You look tired to death, Jo.

- No, Marmee, I'm not tired.

- Your slippers are all ready now.

- That's my Bethie, dearie.

Did you have a hard day, Marmee?

No, very pleasant, dear.

But it's good to be home.

- I have a treat for you.

- A letter from Father?

Three cheers for Father.

"Give them all my dear love and a kiss.

"Tell them I know they will remember

all I said to them:

"That they will be loving children to you...

"...they will do their duty faithfully,

fight their bosom enemies bravely...

"...and conquer themselves so beautifully...

"...that when I come back to them,

I may be fonder and prouder than ever...

"...of my little women."

I am a selfish girl...

...but I'll truly try to be better

and not waste my time in school...

...so that Father

may not be disappointed in me.

I'll try and be what he loves to call me,

"a little woman"...

...and not be rough and wild,

and do my duty here at home...

...instead of always wanting

to go to war to help Father.

I'm not going to be envious anymore,

if I can help it.

Now, we'll save the rest till after tea...

...for it's such a lovely long letter.

I know everybody must be hungry.

Let's get something for Marmee

with our dollar...

...instead of for ourselves, shall we?

That's like you, Beth. What shall we get?

- I'll get her a nice pair of gloves.

- New slippers, best to be had.

Some handkerchiefs, all hemmed.

A beautiful little bottle of cologne.

She'll like that, and it won't cost much...

...and then I'll have some left over

for my pencils.

I've finished with Asia.

And here is Europe.

- Three stitches and you can have Africa.

- Not too long stitches, dear.

If you pass me the scissors,

I'll give you America.

There, you see? You did finish it after all.

You wanted to put it off until tomorrow.

But we never should have

if Jo hadn't made a game of it...

...and thought of talking

of the different countries as we worked.

It was a nice idea, Jo.

Do you remember how you used to play

Pilgrim 's Progress when you were little?

I can see us all now with your ragbags

tied over our backs for burdens.

You have real burdens now,

instead of ragbags.

According to what I heard before tea,

except Beth.

She didn't say. Maybe she hasn't any.

Yes, I have.

Mine is dishes and dusters

and being afraid of people...

...and envying girls with nice pianos.

A piano is a burden.

Good night, my precious.

Good night, Marmee.

- Good night, Jo, my girl.

- Good night, Marmee.

- Good night, darling.

- Good night, my baby.

- Good night, Marmee.

- Good night, Bethie.

- Merry Christmas, Hannah.

- Merry Christmas!

Where's Marmee?

She just went down the street,

but she'll be right back.

She wants you to have your breakfast

when I can get it dished up.

Come round here.

Hide them. Get close.

- Where have you been, Amy?

- What have you been doing?

Don't laugh, Jo.

I only changed the little bottle of cologne...

...for a big one.

I gave all my money to get it.

- Amy.

- Darling.

That was unselfish of you.

You're some pumpkins, Amy.

I felt ashamed, thinking only of myself.

Amy, my prettiest rose.

And I'm so glad,

because mine is the handsomest now.

- Where is Marmee?

- She'll be back any minute. Breakfast!

- Hannah, I'm so hungry.

- Hannah, what is it?

Sausages!

Popovers!

They are my favorites!

Coffee!

Oh, Hannah, you've beat the Dutch.

No need to make such a fuss about it.

I remember when I used to serve it

on your father's table every day.

No?

- Hannah, were we really that rich?

- How was I dressed?

I'd like to tell Jenny Snow

all the pretty clothes I used to wear.

- I can tell her. Diapers!

- Jo!

Two each.

- Isn't this marvelous?

- Look at all the popovers.

She's coming!

Hurry, Beth, strike up.

Amy, open the door.

Come here, Meg. We'll cover these up

and it'll be a surprise.

Enter, Marmee.

- Merry Christmas, Marmee!

- Merry Christmas, my...

Oh, darling!

Oh, Meg, dear! Thank you!

And handkerchiefs from Bethie. Thank you.

Hannah, did you see?

Amy, my precious, thank you!

These are from me.

Jo, my girl.

Thank you, darlings. Thank you.

Oh, my girls.

I can't tell you how happy I am.

Well, I can tell you how hungry I am.

Come on, everyone. Pass me those plates.

- Sit down, Marmee.

- Marmee, look! Sausages.

Wait a minute, girls.

I want to say one word before we begin.

I've just come from a poor woman

with a little newborn baby...

...and six children huddled into one bed

to keep from freezing, for they have no fire.

They are suffering cold and hunger.

My girls, will you give them your breakfast

as a Christmas present?

I'm so glad you came back

before we started.

I knew you would.

May I carry some things?

We shall all go. Take the coffee, Hannah.

- I'll get some firewood.

- I'll take the cream.

I'll take the bread.

I'll take the popovers.

Here we are, Mrs. Hummel.

Gott in Himmel. Good angels come to us.

Funny angels, in hoods and mittens.

Do you want some bread to eat?

Here, I'll give you some bread.

Strange that Roderigo is not here.

His note says "promptly on the hour."

"And why..."

And why Black Hugo's castle for the tryst?

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