Little Women Page #2

- I don't know.

Marmee said we ought not

to spend money for pleasure...

...when our men are suffering so

in the Army.

A dollar couldn't do the Army much good,

so I'm going to buy Undine and Sintram.

I've wanted it long enough.

I'm sure Marmee would approve

if I got some new gloves.

I've darned my old ones

until I can hardly get them on.

She always says a real lady is known

by her neat gloves and boots.

I shall get a nice box of Faber's

drawing pencils. I really need them.

Then I'd like to spend mine

for some new music...

...that is,

if you don't think Marmee would mind.

Let's each buy what we want

and have a little fun.

I'm sure we work hard enough.

I know I do.

It's not the work I mind so much.

It's having to tell Flo King

how pretty she looks...

...in things I know would look

as well on me.

What would you do if you were shut up

all day with an old crosspatch...

...who flies off the handle

every move you make?

Jo, don't use slang.

Besides, don't forget

she gave us the dollar.

I'm sure neither of you suffer as I do.

You don't have to go

to that nasty old Davis' school...

...with impertinent girls who laugh at you

and "label" your father 'cause he isn't rich.

"Libel." Don't say "label"

as if Papa were a pickle bottle.

I know what I mean

and you needn't be "statirical" about it.

It's proper to use good words

and improve your "vocabilary."

Aren't we elegant?

You'd never be thought so with your slang.

I hope not. I don't want to be elegant.

- You needn't whistle like a boy.

- That's why I do it.

- I detest rude, unladylike girls.

- And I hate affected, niminy-piminy chicks.

Birds in their little nests agree.

Really, you're both to blame.

You're old enough to leave off boyish tricks

and behave better, Josephine.

Now you are so tall and turn up your hair,

you must remember you're a young lady.

No, I'm not. And if turning up my hair

makes me so, I'll wear it down till I'm 100.

Jo!

As for you, Amy, your absurd words

are as bad as Jo's slang.

Your airs are funny now,

but you'll grow into an affected goose...

...unless you take care.

If Jo is a tomboy and Amy's a goose,

what am I, please?

You're a dear and nothing else.

We're three ungrateful wretches

who don't deserve you.

Wait until I become a famous author

and make my fortune.

Then we'll all ride in fine carriages,

dressed like Flo King...

...snubbing Amy's friends and telling

Aunt March to go to the dickens.

Let's rehearse.

We'll start with the fainting scene.

You're as stiff as a poker in that, Amy.

Well, I can't help it.

I've never seen anyone faint...

...and I don't intend to make myself

black-and-blue tumbling as flat as you do.

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