National Velvet Page #9

What kept you from it?

I don't know, perhaps it was

the village of Sewels...

...or The Pie, Miss Ada in her stall...

...Donald or Mrs. Brown.

Perhaps it was Velvet.

Maybe someday I'll know.

If I was a sheep, you could

quarter me and search me.

Did you say goodbye to Velvet?

Does she know you're going?

I told her someday I'd be leaving.

Mr. Brown, I don't like goodbyes.

Would you say goodbye

to Velvet for me?

Would you say goodbye to...

...Jacob, and Donald...

...Mrs. Brown?

Mrs. Brown, she's a fine woman.

But I don't have to tell you that.

There's nothing better I'd like than to

go away with her thinking well of me.

She does.

Goodbye.

God bless you.

Jacob, how can there be so many

currents in such a little puddle?

Mother, he's gone!

Mi's gone!

I know, Velvet.

Sit down.

Remember when we talked...

...we said things come suitable

to the time, all in proper order?

Tonight I was proud of you. When we

asked you, you knew the race was over...

...and it was time

for the next thing.

Wouldn't you allow the same for Mi?

It's time for him to go

and make his way in the world.

Or would you say, "Don't go, Mi,

because I'll be unhappy?"

The world's opened up for him again.

He'd shut himself away,

he was angry with it. But that's over.

I think he'll come back.

That's what he said, Mother.

He said, "Only way

to come back is to go. "

We've never told him what he asked,

what he wanted to know.

His father, remember? We didn't tell

him because it wasn't the right time?

Now shouldn't he know, Mother?

He deserves to. He's earned it.

Let me tell him.

He can't be far up the road.

The Pie could find him.

Please, Father!

That child's more yours

than all the rest...

...Araminty.

That child's got something.

Sometimes you haven't known

how to value it.

I knew how to

value you once, Araminty...

...didn't I?

Yes, you did, Herbert.

Although that might have been

because of the Channel swim.

You know it wasn't.

Perhaps I lost my head

a bit about those telegrams.

It's like the sweepstakes you read

about that break up the home.

But we won't let this to-do

break up our home...

...will we?

You always was a nice chap, Herbert.

Nothing will break us up,

even if you do lose your head.

But it'll be easier if you keep it.

You see that I do.

You know the way I act, sometimes...

...I feel I belong in Donald's bottle.

Can't!

No room!

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