Little Women Page #4

I'll carry them

and hold them crumpled up in one hand.

- Nobody will see them.

- Jo!

I'll tell you.

We'll each wear one of your nice ones...

...and carry one of my bad ones,

then the effect will be fine and easy.

All right, only be careful of it,

and don't stretch it.

And, Jo, dear, do behave nicely

and don't put your hands behind your back.

Good night, Marmee.

Above everything, don't say:

"Christopher Columbus!"...

...and disgrace us all.

Hold your tongue, Miss Baby.

I'll be as prim as I can be and not get into

any scrapes, if I can help it.

May I engage you for this dance,

Miss March?

No, thank you, I'm not dancing.

- There's that Kitty Ford.

- Where?

There in the pink dress and blue sash.

I don't see why she's allowed with

the grownups and I have to stay up here.

That beautiful piano.

It's as big as our kitchen.

What's this? Why aren't you young ladies

downstairs dancing?

Mother said we weren't to go down

with the grownups.

But can you see anything from here?

How about you?

She just likes to listen to the music.

You just come down with me

where it's playing.

- No, sir, please. I...

- Why not? What's the matter?

She has an infirmity.

She's shy.

I see.

If it weren't for that,

she'd be simply "fastidious"...

...because she plays beautifully.

She must come and play for me sometime.

No, she never would.

It wasn't that I wanted to hear her.

But that piano down there

is simply going to ruin for want of use.

I was hoping one of you young ladies

would come and practice on it...

...just to keep it in tune.

- But if you don't care to come, never mind.

- Sir.

We do care. Very, very much.

So you're the musical one.

I'm Beth. I love it dearly...

...and I'll come if you're quite sure

nobody will hear me and be disturbed.

Not a soul, my child. Not a soul.

You come, too, young lady...

...and tell your mother I think

all her daughters are simply "fastidious."

Beth, isn't he elegant?

This is the German, and I'll be hanged

if I'll let you refuse me all of them.

Don't you like to dance?

Yes, I love to dance, but I can't.

- I mean, I promised I wouldn't.

- Why?

- I may as well tell you. You won't tell?

- Silence to the death.

You see, I have a bad trick

of standing in front of the fire...

...and I scorched my frock

and I burned this one.

Where?

You can laugh if you want to. It is funny.

I'll tell you how we'll manage.

There's no one in the hall.

We could dance there without being seen.

- You're a trump.

- And I think you're just perfectly splendid.

Hello.

What are you doing up there?

Come on down.

No, they can't.

Have you had refreshments?

No, thank you, we really don't care for...

We'll bring some right up. Come on.

Then when Laurie goes to college,

what becomes of you?

I shall turn soldier as soon as he is off.

I am needed.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, I'm so sorry

for all the mothers and sisters...

...who have to stay home and worry.

I have neither and very few friends

to care whether I live or die.

Laurie and his grandfather

would care a great deal.

And we all would be very sorry

if any harm came to you.

Would you?

Here we come.

Jo!

Now you've done it!

- Look at me.

- It's a shame.

What a blunderbuss I am.

What are you going to do?

I'll ask Marmee.

Have you two been hiding? I've been

looking all over the house for you.

Hannah's here.

- Is it that late?

- Time slips away.

- Good night, Mr. Brooke.

- Good night, Miss Margaret.

Miss Margaret?

- Goodbye. I'm glad you came.

- We had an elegant time.

Good night, Amy.

Good night.

- Good night, Laurie.

- Good night, Miss Margaret.

Laurie!

Good night, everybody.

- Don't forget your ice skates tomorrow.

- I won't.

- Good night.

- Good night.

There, I've done my best.

If that won't do,

I'll have to wait until I can do better.

Why, what are you up to?

It's a pair of slippers

I worked for Mr. Laurence.

He's been so kind about letting me play

on his beautiful piano.

I didn't know any other way

to thank him, Jo.

- Do you think they're all right?

- They're beautiful.

And I think you're sweet.

Hey, isn't that Amy's hair ribbon?

Yes, but I think

she was going to throw it away.

You think?

You'd better vamoose

before she catches you.

Now I'll find out why you come

to this hole every day.

Is that why you never have

any time for me anymore?

Laurie Laurence, give that to me

or I'll never speak to you again!

All right, take it.

You're a fine one.

I thought we weren't to have any secrets

from each other.

Well, this is altogether different.

I beg your pardon.

Of course, it's different. Just like a girl.

Can't keep an agreement.

Oh, bilge!

You'll be sorry.

I was going to tell you

something very plummy.

A secret.

All about people you know, and such fun.

- What?

- Lf I tell you, you must tell me yours.

- You won't say anything at home?

- Not a word.

- You won't tease me about it in private?

- I never tease. Fire away.

I sold my story to the Spread Eagle.

Hurrah for Miss March.

Hurrah for Miss March!

The celebrated American authoress!

I didn't want anyone to know until it's out.

- Won't it be fun to see it in print?

- Now, what's yours?

- I know where Meg's glove is.

- Is that all?

- Wait till you hear where it is.

- Where?

- How do you know?

- I saw it.

- Where?

- Pocket.

- All this time?

- Isn't it romantic?

"Romantic"? Rubbish!

I never heard of anything so horrid.

I wish you hadn't told me.

Of all the sickly sentimental...

Why do things always have to change

just when they're perfect?

Meg always used to tell me everything.

Now she keeps things to herself.

She thinks brown eyes are beautiful

and John is a lovely name.

He'd better keep away from me

or I'll tell him what I think of him...

...trying to break up other people's

happiness and spoil their fun.

It doesn't spoil any fun.

It makes it twice as good.

You'll find out

when someone falls in love with you.

Soft summer day.

Sun setting through the trees.

Your lover's arms stealing around you.

- I'd like to see anybody try it.

- Would you?

I'll get you!

Now I've got you.

Wait!

Look out, look out! Let me in, let me in!

- Hey, look out, Laurie. Don't act like that.

- I'm sorry, Meg.

I'd have beaten her though

if I hadn't tripped and fell.

You should have seen...

- It's been a most enjoyable afternoon.

- Thank you.

Paying visits has never been

quite so much fun before.

I hope we may do it again very soon.

Goodbye, Mr. Brooke. Come along, Meg.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Brooke.

- Goodbye, Miss Margaret.

- Good afternoon, Laurie.

- Goodbye, Jo.

- Coming, Laurie?

- All right. See you tomorrow, Jo.

I've never been so embarrassed in my life.

When will you stop

your childish romping ways?

Not until I'm old and stiff,

and have to use a crutch.

Jo!

- Hello, Bethie.

- Hello, Jo.

How's my girl?

There's a surprise.

- Come on and hurry up.

- Come on, Jo.

What is it?

Stop yelling. What is it?

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