The Little Colonel Page #2

and see what kind of folks they are.

Yes, sir. Having neighbors

won't make it so lonely around here.

- Who says it's lonely around here?

- Not me. No, sir.

Anyway, I like to be lonely.

Why, F--

Mother, who was that?

- Your grandfather.

- Why didn't he come in?

He didn't want to.

Did he make you cry?

Never mind, dear.

You're a bad man

to make my mama cry!

- Mom Beck.

- What, child?

Why doesn't my grandfather want

to come in and see my mother?

Well, he mighty mad at she,

and, I guess, she mad at he.

Why?

Your grandfather get mad

when your mother married your daddy.

- But he's her papa, isn't he?

- Sure enough.

- Shouldn't papas love their little girls?

- Yes, they should.

Seems mighty funny to me.

Well, it's 'cause all the Lloyds

are stubborn.

The old colonel is,

your mother is, and you is.

I'm not stubborn!

Don't you call me that!

No use you stomping your foot at me.

That don't change it.

That just proves it.

Now, lookee here, honey, does you want to

fight with me, or does you want to help me?

I want to help you.

That's fine.

Mom Beck, I'm expecting Aunt Sally Tyler

for lunch. Will you have enough?

I don't know if I can stretch

one small chicken...

but as long as the water's running,

we'll have soup enough.

- Well, do the best you can.

- Yes'm.

Honey, don't eat that now.

You'll spoil your lunch.

Is Aunt Sally Tyler my aunt too?

- She's your great aunt, dear.

- My great aunt?

Oh, I know. The big, fat one.

You must be very polite to her, dear.

She's coming all the way

from Louisville to see us.

All right, Mother. I will.

Mom Beck?

Will you tell me a pink story?

If you ain't the beatenest child

I ever see.

When you wanna hear a blue story,

everything in it has got to be blue.

And when you wants to hear a green story,

everything in it has got to be green.

Now, I could tell you a black story

about my first husband.

You better run out

and play with May Lily.

All right.

And don't let me see you

take none of them cookies.

It's a good thing I didn't see you take 'em.

It's a good thing I didn't see you take 'em.

And I only had one shot left.

I aimed my gun- Bang!

I killed those three Indians.

Why, Miss Lloyd,

did you really do that?

Of course not.

That's just a story.

And you don't have to call me Miss Lloyd.

You can call me Colonel.

- Are you a colonel too?

- Yes, I am. A real colonel.

- You can't be no colonel.

- Why not?

Because you ain't got no whiskers.

I don't need to have whiskers.

I've got a temper.

That's all you need to be a colonel.

I guess that's right, 'cause all the colonels

I ever see had tempers.

I hope you're not a colonel

like him in there.

If you was, I'd be "afeared"

to play with you.

Miss Lloyd,

them's the colonel's flowers!

Well, we're not afraid of the colonel.

Who ain't afraid?

Maybe you ain't, but I is.

Now, listen, May Lily,

and you too, Henry Clay.

I'm the colonel,

and you're my men...

and in the army,

you have to obey orders.

- Uh-huh.

- Forward march!

I don't think I'm gonna like

being in the army.

Aw!

They're so beautiful.

My mother'll love these.

Here, Henry Clay. You carry them.

- Follow me, men.

- Follow me, men.

Come on, May Lily.

Let's make mud pies.

Get a lot of nice, round pebbles,

and they can be raisins.

We'll put dust over the top,

and that can be sugar.

We'll just make

the finest mud pies you ever saw.

Who's been picking these flowers?

Colonel, your army

is retreatin' right now!

Come on, Henry!

Hey, what's going on around here?

Don't you dare poke me

with that old stick!

What's that? You'd better learn

some respect for your elders.

I won't respect anyone who pokes me.

For a little girl,

you've got a bad temper.

That's your fault.

What's that? Who are you?

They call me "the little colonel."

What, under the sun,

do they call you that for?

Because I'm so much like you.

Like me? How are you like me?

Because I've got such a temper...

and I stamp my foot when I get mad.

I get all red in the face, and I holler back

at people too.

Look at you.

You're a pretty sight.

What are you running around

the country for, like poor, white trash?

I don't know who your mother is...

but whoever she is,

she oughta teach you better.

Don't you dare say anything

about my mother!

Whose child is that?

How can I tell you, sir, when you don't

want nobody to even say her name?

I'm Lloyd Sherman.

That's who I am.

Lloyd Sherman?

- Lloyd-

- Come, honey.

Your mama's mighty worried about you.

Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know.

- Oh, that's all right. Good-bye, Grandfather.

- Good-bye.

What are you all standing around gaping for?

Go on! Move!

Get out of here!

"We are pushing on further,

and I have every reason to believe...

something very good

will come of it."

Then he writes some personal things.

Can that be Lloyd

that Becky is carrying?

Hello, Mother.

- How do you do, Aunt Sally Tyler?

- How do you do?

- Where have you been?

- I've been to see my grandfather.

I threw mud on him.

- You threw mud on him?

- Yes.

Because he poked me with a stick.

Then I got mad, and he got mad,

and we hollered at each other.

Oh, baby, how could you disgrace Mother

going there looking like a dirty beggar?

I didn't beg him for anything.

You've been a naughty girl,

and you're going to be punished.

Take her in the house, Becky.

Give her a bath and put her to bed.

Yes'm.

I'm terribly upset.

I wouldn't, for worlds, have him think

I encouraged her in going there.

Yes, I know, but just the same...

there are some things to be considered

besides your pride, Elizabeth.

There's the child herself.

You ought to think of her interests.

I don't care.

I don't want anything from him.

I know, dear, but just the same,

I say you ought to think of Lloyd.

If I were you, I'd let her go over there

as often as she pleases.

Who knows? It might end

in your all making up some day.

Never. Not after the terrible things

he said aboutJack.

# Swing low #

# Sweet chariot #

# Coming for to carry me home ##

My, my. You look just like

an angel out of heaven.

To look at you now,

no one would ever believe...

that you can be

a regular little demon.

Now, look here, honey, if you don't

take your nap like a good little girl...

Mom Beck won't bring you along

with her to the baptizing.

- Will there be singing?

- Sure will. And wailing too.

- Then I'll take my nap.

- That's a good little girl.

# Mmm, carry me #

# Home ##

- Howdy, Mr. Sherman.

- How are you?

I saw your friends, Swazey and Hull,

out on the trail very early this morning.

Yes, they're out looking over

some of their properties.

- Well, luck to you.

- Thanks.

Give me the gold.

Ah, it seems a shame to waste

20 dollars' worth of gold dust.

It ain't wastin' it. You'll see.

Stand back now.

Now, that's what I call

a rich piece of ore.

- It'd take you to think of a trick like this.

- It's a sure thing.

It never fails.

Do you hear that?

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