Little Women Page #3

I am afraid.

Who comes here?

Your Highness, 'tis Mona the hag.

Black Hugo hath betrayed thee.

I must fly.

Zara will be waiting.

My proud beauty!

She will be mine!

Black Hugo approaches.

Withered crone, begone!

Roderigo, Roderigo!

Save me, save me!

And now to carry out my fell design.

What a fake.

Well, I told you

I wasn't going to make myself...

Have pity. Oh, have pity!

Bring not upon me the worst of shame!

Silence, else you'll rue the day

you spurned Black Hugo's love.

Make thyself ready for the wedding.

I shall return within the quarter.

Ah, me!

Heaven protect the helpless!

Zara! My beloved!

Roderigo, durst I believe my eyes?

"The pale stars are twinkling

"The fair moon is rising above

"My guitar is tinkling

"But the notes are not sweet

Till they bring me my love"

Courage, my fair.

The good padre waits

at yonder gate with the horses.

See, the ladder. All is arranged.

Liberty! Fly with me.

Fly with me, my love.

I will assist you. I will...

It's all right, everyone.

Stay where you are.

Young ladies.

Will you all please come in to supper?

Christopher Columbus! What's this?

Is it fairies?

- It's Santa Claus?

- Mother did it?

- Aunt March had a good fit and sent it?

- All wrong. Mr. Laurence sent it.

- No!

- Who is Mr. Laurence?

The Laurence boy's grandfather.

He lives next door.

He heard what you did

about your breakfast...

...and sent me a nice note...

...saying he hoped I'd allow him to express

his friendly feeling toward my children...

...and send them a few trifles

in honor of the day.

The boy put it into his head, I know he did.

He looks like a capital fellow

and I'm dying to get acquainted.

I'm going to, too.

I wish Father were here.

I'm afraid he isn't having

such a merry Christmas as we are.

Hello.

How do you do?

I wanted to thank you.

We did have such a good time

over your nice Christmas present.

What's the matter? Are you sick?

Just a little cold, but grandfather's

made me stop indoors for a week.

That's too bad.

Can anybody come to see you?

If they would.

Wait, I'll ask Marmee.

Close the window now.

- How do you do, Miss March?

- How do you do, Mr. Laurence?

Mother was so sorry to hear

that you'd been ill.

My sister, Meg,

sent you some of her blancmange.

It's soft and will slide down easily

without hurting your throat.

Thank you.

And Beth lent you these until you're well.

I know boys don't like kittens,

but she was so anxious I couldn't refuse.

Maybe they'll help to liven things up.

It's as dull as tombs over here.

Won't you come in?

No, I'm not to stay.

Please. Just for a few minutes.

I've ordered tea.

Christopher Columbus!

What richness!

It's just like summer!

This is marvelous!

It's so roomy.

How many, please?

Two, please. Three.

How do you like it here after living

in Europe so long, Mr. Laurence?

I'm going to Europe.

- Really? When?

- I don't know.

My aunt has rheumatism

and the doctor thought the baths...

Not that she hasn't a bath.

She has a very nice one.

Did you take any baths

while you were there?

- I mean, for rheumatism.

- No, I'm not troubled with rheumatism.

Neither am I. But she thought

that baths wouldn't do me any harm.

I mean, that is to say, while I was there.

You see,

I've always wanted to go to Europe.

Not for the baths, of course,

but for my writing.

You see, my aunt...

But you don't know Aunt March, do you?

Well, never mind.

What were you saying, Mr. Laurence?

I'm not Mr. Laurence. I'm only Laurie.

Laurie.

How do you like it here after Europe?

It's strange

after living in schools all my life...

...but it will be all right

when I get used to Grandfather.

You know, he...

Yes, you should have seen him

before you came.

- Isn't he a holy terror?

- You ought to see Aunt March.

It's too pretty to eat.

I wish we had things like this over here.

And I wish...

It is nice, isn't it?

My little sister put on the geranium leaves.

She's very artistic.

- Amy?

- Yes. How do you know?

I often hear you calling to one another...

...and when I'm alone over here...

I beg your pardon for being so rude...

...but sometimes you forget

to put down the curtains...

...and when the lamps are lighted,

it's like looking at a picture...

...to see you all around the table

with your mother.

You always seem to be having

such good times.

We'll never draw that curtain anymore.

And I give you leave

to look as much as you like.

I wish instead of just peeping,

you'd come over and see us.

We'd have jolly times together.

Would you let me be in a play?

I saw some of it the other night.

That was terrible.

I want to put on Hamlet

and do the fencing scene.

I could play Laertes.

I took fencing lessons at the academy.

- Really?

- Yes, look.

Look. En garde!

- Splendid!

- Here.

"Come, for the third, Laertes,

you but dally."

"Say you so? Come on."

- "Another hit; what say you?"

- "A touch, a touch, I do confess."

What is this? What on earth?

What's going on?

I don't know, sir.

"Have at you now!"

I say...

- Are you hurt?

- No.

- No, nothing ever hurts me.

- I'm sorry.

I forgot you were a girl

and I'm afraid I got a bit too rough.

What are you talking about?

I had you bettered if I hadn't slipped.

That's a good picture of your grandfather.

He looks pretty grim,

but I shouldn't be afraid of him.

Though I can see how his face

might frighten some people.

I'll wait upstairs, sir.

His eyes are kind and I like him

even though he does bark at you so.

Thank you, ma'am.

So you're not afraid of me?

No, sir, not much.

But my face will frighten some people?

- I only said "might."

- And I bark, do I?

No, sir, perhaps not all the time.

But with all that, you like me?

Yes, sir. I do.

I do.

And I like you.

Grandfather, you should see her fence.

Come on, let's show him.

- No. I've been here too long now.

- I'll see you home.

No, you stay indoors, young man.

I shall see Miss March home.

I want to pay my respects

to your mother...

...and thank her for the medicine

she sent my boy.

I can see it's done him lots of good.

You get upstairs and do your sums.

Brooke is waiting for you.

And see that you behave yourself

like a gentleman, sir.

Goodbye, Jo.

Here they come.

All dressed up

and looking as pretty as pictures.

Amy, how dainty. You look lovely.

I wish Laurie hadn't asked me to his party.

I know I shall be frightened.

You wouldn't want to hurt his feelings

when he's been so kind.

Meg, the dress is lovely.

Thank you, Marmee.

Jo, you look splendid.

I feel perfectly miserable with 19 hairpins...

...all sticking straight into my head,

but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.

Does the patch show much?

It does a little, Marmee.

But she's going to sit down or else stand

with her back against the wall.

Jo, where are your gloves?

I've stained them, so I'm going without.

You wear gloves or I don't go.

I tried to clean them,

but it only made them look worse.

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