The Little Colonel Page #3

That's opportunity knocking,

but it don't knock but once.

You'll have to

make up your mind quick.

Swazey and I want to push on to California.

We just got word of a big strike out there.

We own the land this ore comes from.

The ore speaks for itself. It's rich.

Now, if you make a fast deal,

the land's yours.

I know it's a fine opportunity...

but the price you ask is just about

all I've got in the world.

- It's worth a lot more.

- We want you to have it because you're our friend.

You can't lose. You could sell out

tomorrow for more than we're asking.

Let's forget about the whole deal

and part friends.

We'll get another buyer,

and then we're off to California.

- Wait a minute. I've decided. I'll take it.

- Now you're talkin'.

You get your money, and we'll give you

a deed all free and clear.

- Fine.

- You can't go wrong.

- Good morning, Miss Lloyd.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Sis Porter.

- Good morning to you, Brother Walker.

Well, well. This is certainly

what I call a coincidence.

Yes, I know.

You never expected to see me.

Say, look here.

How is Miss Elizabeth?

Oh, her health is all right, but I think

she worries about Mr. Jack.

He better come home pretty soon.

What you mean? You ain't got no mo-

M-O-N-l-E.

Not only that,

we's 'most out of F-U-D-E.

Mmm-mmm. That's too bad.

Lookee here.

Wouldn't the K-U-N-E-L...

give her a little L-O-N-E?

You know Miss Elizabeth

wouldn't take nothing from him.

Why, before she'd do that,

she'd go to the, uh, uh...

P-O-H-O-S.

P-O-H-O-S?

Yeah, sure. Ain't you got no education?

The poorhouse.

- Oh, no.

- Yes, indeed.

- Mom Beck?

- What, honey?

- What's a poorhouse?

- That's the place where they

send people who got no money.

- Is it nice?

- No, honey. It's a terrible place.

The people there wear rags, and all they gets

to eat is corn dodger out of tin pans.

Then I don't want my mother

to have to go there.

Why, honey child, your mother

won't never have to go to no poorhouse.

- We wouldn't let that happen,

would we, Brother Walker?

- I should say not.

Now, don't you worry your pretty

little head about things like that.

- The Lord always provides.

- Amen.

Hallelujah

# Hallelujah #

# Lord ##

#Wade in the water #

#Wade in the water, children #

- #Wade in the water #

- #Wade, wade, wade, wade #

# God's gonna trouble #

#The water ##

#Wait till the sun goes down #

#Wait till the sun goes down #

#And when the day is over #

#We will all go walking into town #

# Sing, oh, sing

as you go along #

# Sing, oh, sing

as you go along #

#The sun shines brighter #

#The sun shines brighter #

#When you go singing #

#Along ##

Mom Beck, why do they dunk the women

in the river that way?

That's to save their souls

and wash their sins away.

- Will it wash my sins away?

- Well, honey, you ain't got no sins.

You is a little angel.

Well, would it wash my sins away

if I had any?

Yes, honey, if you carried

the right thought and believed it would.

Were you ever dunked, Mom Beck?

A little river like that

wouldn't do her no good.

- Child, she needs the Mississippi.

- Go on, you no-account!

I'm goin'! I'm goin', Sis Porter!

If the old colonel ever finds out

where we got these sheets...

he'll baptize us good.

Didn't I tell you that my men

don't have to be afraid of anything?

Now, Henry Clay, are you all ready?

- Have you got the right thoughts?

- Uh-huh.

You believe that it'll

wash your sins away?

All right then. Come on.

One, two, three.

- # Hallelujah #

- Are you saved?

Well, we'll have to do it again.

One, two, three.

- # Hallelujah #

- Are you saved?

Uh-huh.

What, under the sun's,

going on here?

- What are you doing?

- Hello, Grandfather.

We were just baptizing Henry Clay.

Baptizing Henry Clay?

Yes, and he must be awful bad...

because it took two dunks

to save him.

Look at you-

all wet and mussed up.

When am I going to see you look

the way a little girl should look-

fresh and dainty as a flower?

Come on with me.

Where are we going?

Up to the house

to get your clothes dry.

Grandfather?

Well, what is it?

I'm sorry that I threw mud on you...

and I'm sorry that I lost my temper.

And I'm sorry that I took

the sheets off your bed.

What?

You took my sheets?

- I had to have them.

- Oh, you did, did you?

Oh, come on.

- Maria?

- Yes, sir.

Uh, here's a young lady.

Her clothes need drying.

- Yes, sir?

- Well, take her.

But, Colonel, sir, what can I put on her

while her clothes is a-dryin'?

I ain't got nothin'

for a little girl to wear.

- Mmm. Walker?

- Yes, sir?

Go up in the attic,

and you'll find, uh, a small trunk.

There may be some clothes in that

that will fit Miss Lloyd.

A little trunk in the attic, sir?

Yes, you numbskull.

Don't you understand English?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, then go on. Attend to it right away.

Do you know whose trunk that is...

and whose clothes they is?

Course I do. You go on now

and get them things.

We don't want no men around here.

With that face, you don't have to worry.

Hee-hee!

Go on now!

My, my. You is the spitting image

of your mother.

You got the same goldy hair

and pinky cheeks.

Did my mother have a temper too?

Yes, indeed, she did.

Did you ever, in all your born days,

see anything like that?

It takes me back 20 years.

It's been that long since there

was any children in this house.

Now, don't you say anything.

I'm gonna surprise Grandfather.

Where is he?

In the big room, Miss Lloyd.

Looks like this old house

ain't gonna be lonesome no more.

Oh, the days are gone

#When beauty bright #

# My heart's chain wove #

#When my dream of life #

# From morn till night #

#Was love #

# Still love #

New hope may bloom

And days may come

Of milder, calmer beam

# But there's nothing #

# Half so sweet in life #

#As love's young dream #

# Oh, there's nothing #

# Half so sweet in life #

#As love's young dream ##

That was your grandmother, dear.

And that was her song you just sang.

I know.

My mother teached it to me.

"Teached" isn't right, is it?

No. "Taught" is correct.

"Taught" then.

What was my grandmother's name?

Her name was Amanthis.

Amanthis?

That's a beautiful name.

Mmm. She was a beautiful woman...

and she had a beautiful soul.

I wish she was here now.

Do you, dear? Why?

I know if she was here...

she'd go right to my mother

and kiss away all of her sorry feelings.

Grandfather,

do you know any blue stories?

Blue stories?

- Yes, I do. A few.

- Tell me one.

I don't know any that I can tell you.

Then play a game with me.

What kind of a game?

Well, it couldn't be tag

or prisoner's base, could it?

No. No, it couldn't.

It better be a sit-down game.

I think so.

Do you know how to play jacks?

Jacks? Do you play that with cards?

No, with a ball.

Oh, well, then I don't

know how to play it. No.

Do you play cribbage?

Cribbage?

Is that like hopscotch?

Oh, no, no. Well, not exactly.

I have it.

I know a fine game for us. Walker!

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