Little Women

And she'd be so disappointed in me.

Please.

Please.

Well, I should hate to spoil her Christmas...

...and for that reason alone, young lady,

I shall overlook it.

Thank you, Mr. Davis!

You may go.

Thank you, Mr. Davis.

Thank you very much indeed.

Thank you, sir.

Here she is.

- What did he do?

- What did he say?

Come on, tell us. What happened?

I just said that if I ever told my mother

the way he treated me...

...she'd take me out of his old school.

She's never been "reconciliated" anyway...

...since my father lost his money

and she's had to suffer the "degaridation"...

...of me being thrown in

with a lot of ill-mannered girls...

...who stick their noses

in refined people's business.

Little tiny pussy, I'll tell you a long story.

- Hannah, is it teatime?

- Yes.

- I'll set the table.

- Thank you, Beth.

It'll be a help to me

'cause my bread's raised.

The girls are getting home early.

- Are they coming?

- Just passing the Laurence house.

- Christopher Columbus!

- Jo, don't use such dreadful expressions.

Here comes old Mr. Laurence.

What if he heard you?

I don't care. I like good strong words

that mean something.

Oh, bother.

Now we're going to have to speak to him.

How do?

It makes my knees chatter

just to look at him.

I feel sorry for that poor boy, shut up alone

with such an ogre for a grandfather.

- Look, there he is.

- Where?

Don't point, Jo.

He'll think you're waving at him.

He's gone anyway. Well, what if he does?

Jo! Come along, Amy.

- How's my Beth?

- It's cold outside!

Jo just did the most terrible thing.

Beth, come over here.

- He waved at us.

- Is tea ready yet?

Merry Christmas from Aunt March.

- For me?

- Yes, darling, for you.

We got one, too.

- What are you going to do with it, dear?

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