Little Women Page #2

Who said anything about romance?

Jo, you're disgracing us.

That dreadful boy. He waved back.

I'm Hugo.

You're supposed to draw back in horror.

Now cover your eyes with your hands.

Roderigo...

save me!

Amy, watch me do it.

Save me!

And faint.

It's nothing, really.

Here I come again, with wicked intentions.

I'm Hugo.

Here I come with wicked intentions.

Save me!

- Glad to find you so merry, my girls.

- Marmee!

How did everything go today?

Look, we've almost finished

trimming the tree.

- Have you had your supper?

- Yes. Bethy, give me another kiss, baby.

- Jo, you look tired to death.

- I'm all right.

- How's your cold, Meg?

- It's practically gone.

Marmee, I went to see Mrs. King

about the position.

She's going to take me

and I'm to start Monday, $4 a week.

My Meg, I'm proud of you.

They have a beautiful house

and the children are sweet.

Marmee, I don't mind working at all.

Put these on, Marmee.

They're nice and warm.

- Thank you, Bethy dear.

- I'll rub them for you.

The Army's so short of blankets,

we started cutting up carpets today.

I wouldn't mind sleeping under a carpet

if they'd only let me do something.

I'd make a wonderful nurse, or a drummer.

Jo, get my muff. I have a surprise for you.

- Surprise for Jo?

- For all of you.

A letter from Father!

He sent you a little Christmas message.

- What's that?

- Sounds like dear old Aunt March.

Yes, it's her sleigh.

- Good evening, Aunt March.

- Not at all, miss. It's freezing cold!

You haven't shoveled a path to the door.

I might have slipped.

- Merry Christmas, Aunt March.

- So nice of you to come.

- It was nice of me to come.

- Come by the fire.

No, I have a fire at home

where I should be this minute.

I only came to bring you these. Meg.

- Thank you, Aunt March.

- Jo.

Beth.

Amy. Where's Amy?

- Here I am, Aunt March.

- What are you doing back there?

I don't like this sneaking about.

Come into the open, I always say.

Thank you, Aunt March.

When I was a girl, I visited my aunts

to wish them a Merry Christmas.

They didn't visit me.

- See that you spend it wisely.

- We planned to visit you tomorrow.

You never know

if there will be a tomorrow.

Have you heard from your foolish father?

Waltzing away to war,

leaving others to take care of his family.

It isn't preachers that will win this war,

it's fighters.

We're very proud of Father,

and you should be, too.

- And there's nobody looking out for us.

- Highty-tighty.

- Some tea, Auntie?

- No.

If your father had listened to me,

you'd be better off today.

I begged him not to invest his money

with that swindler.

One look at him, and I knew that he would

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