Kit Kittredge: An American Girl Page #3

All I noticed was that he was a hobo.

Get your dog.

I had a late lunch today, Margaret.

Save it for leftovers.

- Uncle Hendrick, more meatloaf?|- Thank you, no.

I'll tell you this, Jack, keep supporting|your president and his New Deal...

...and you'll see what'll happen|to this country.

Your own son quit college.

Well, he didn't quit. He postponed.|Right, Dad?

To join one of these newfangled programs.

CCC is a great program, Hendrick.|Charlie is building parks and fixing roads...

And sending money home|because business is a little slow.

There's no shame|in families helping each other.

Hmm.

Hard to think of you this way, Margaret.

Saving leftovers.

We like leftovers.

- I should be leaving.|- Oh, no. Please. Stay longer.

Ha-ha-ha.|You think I'm the voice of doom, Jack.

But I'll tell you this.|When people live beyond their means...

...in houses that are too big|for their pockets...

What's that noise?

Oh, you haven't met our newest addition,|Grace.

She's normally very quiet,|Uncle Hendrick.

Except for when she snores.|And the drool.

It seems to me the last thing you need|is another mouth to feed.

Well, luckily, she doesn't eat very much.

Come on, Grace. Come on.

Good girl.

Shouldn't you fellows be getting on back|to wherever it is you live?

Yes, sir.

What's the capital of North Dakota?|Quick.

Bismarck.

Make sure your mother|doesn't work too hard.

I can't believe that none of|these people have money for food.

You come over here and chop that bread up|for everybody...

...back of the line, right there.

- Would you like some bread?|Thanks, sweetheart.

Excuse me.

Dad.

Tried.

How is she?

Uh, she's... She's up in the tree house.

Kit.

Kit, I know you're up there.

I understand if you're angry with me...

...or, uh, embarrassed.

Please come down, sweetheart.|I'd like to explain.

Kit.

Kit.

Why were you there, Dad?

The bank took the car dealership.

- Ruthie's father did that to us?|- Kit.

This isn't personal.

Are we gonna lose the house?

We're gonna be fine.

Where's our car?

Daddy.

We're gonna be okay.

Hey, Kit, your father good enough|to eat at the soup kitchen? Ha, ha!

Just ignore them.

And now Kit will probably start|raising chickens, selling eggs...

...and wearing feed-sack dresses,|just like Frances did.

What's a feed-sack dress?

It's a dress made out of the bag|that chicken feed comes in.

Are you really gonna wear one, Kit?

Sure she will.|Right after her family starts selling eggs.

We're not egg sellers.

And then it's just one step|before the poorhouse.

Come get your chicken and|your eggs from Kit Kittredge. Bock, bock!

You're all a bunch of freeloaders.

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