National Velvet Page #2

You know what a story is.

What is it?

Say you're sorry.

Well?

He's thinking.

Make up your mind.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Go on. Sorry for what?

For being sick all night.

The child will make a lawyer.

Put that back.

It aches me when I eat.

It's a devil plate.

Ache or no, that cost

four pounds ten. It's solid gold.

How many times must I tell you girls

have only your faces for your fortunes?

Do you want to have

a face like a rabbit?

She'd rather have a face like a horse.

Enough, Mally.

You've things to say about your father.

You said that you knew him.

I didn't say anything.

You said you had things to talk of.

You must have known him.

Why'd he have your name

in his address book?

I thought you knew the answer.

To tell you the strict truth,

ma'am, I can't.

I found the book among

my father's belongings after he died.

And I thought since I was passing

through Sewels...

...you being an old friend

of his that...

...maybe you could...

No, thank you.

I'd better be running along

before it gets too dark.

Dark?

Forgot to cover the canaries!

You forgot something else too.

Amen.

Mally and her birds!

Must you go?

Yes, I'm afraid I must.

Where will you go?

Stay on the road,

find another town.

Father...

...how are you feeling?

You don't look well at all.

I never felt fitter in my life.

But you don't really look well, Father.

Do you need a helper in the shop,

just for summer?

More sheep come to market

in summer than winter.

May be something in what you say.

It's true more sheep come to market

in summer than in winter.

But, however it may grieve you...

...I feel fine.

No reason why you should go on

in the dark, Mr. Brown.

There's the bed in the stable

he could have tonight.

You'll find a blanket too.

It's castle pudding, Mi.

Father!

Good night, Ted.

Night, 'Dwina.

Good night.

Boys.

She's the age for it.

Don't say anything to her.

I don't fancy you working

at night, Mrs. Brown.

Let it go till morning.

You look tired.

I'm well enough.

It's you who must conserve yourself.

After all, there is more sheep

coming to market summer then winter.

There's small sense in hiring that boy.

Hiring? Never crossed my mind.

But you could do worse.

7 and 6 a week for a few deliveries...

10 bob would be more fair. Boy must

clothe himself and save a little.

10 bob? What for?

Because he's the son of Dan Taylor?

Did I ever ask a favor

because I'm the son of my father?

He won't get special favor.

I'll see that he earns his 10 bob.

Never fear.

See the girls get to bed, would you?

I am a little tired.

All right.

You're an odd one, Velvet.

This is my driving night.

I'm only allowed on Fridays.

I've got two minutes more driving.

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