Little Women

- So you're going to Washington?

- Yes, ma'am.

My son is sick in a hospital there.

This will be an anxious Christmas for you.

I think this one will do. Let's try this.

- Is it your only son?

- No, ma'am.

I had four, but two were killed

and one is a prisoner.

You've done a great deal

for your country, sir.

Not a mite more than I ought, ma'am.

I'd go myself if I was any use.

Thank you for the overcoat.

Wait a minute.

I hope you find him better.

Thank you, ma'am. God bless you.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Mrs. March,

will you sign this so I can get it off?

Why, what's the matter?

When I see things like that poor old man...

...it makes me ashamed

to think how little I do.

But, my dear, you're doing all you can here,

and your husband is there.

Yes, I know.

His last son is lying ill, miles away...

...waiting to say goodbye to him,

forever perhaps...

...while I have my four girls to comfort me.

And a real comfort they are, too,

aren't they?

I couldn't bear it without them.

- Meg and Jo are working, you know?

- Yes?

Meg is a nursery governess.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Remember, Lily,

Santa Claus is watching you.

Come on, Tony.

"We know as well,

what are the baneful fruits of selfishness...

"...and self-indulgence.

Bad habits take root with fearful rapidity...

"...even in the richest natures.

"They grow...

"...and ripen and bear their fruit...

"...like southern vines and weeds...

"...almost...

"...in a single day and night.

"Crush them, pluck them out pitilessly

from their very first appearance...

"...and do not weary...

"...of the labor of plucking them out...

"...again and again."

Goodbye, goodbye!

Hold your tongue,

you disrespectful old bird!

Go on, Josephine.

Josephine!

Where are you off to, Miss?

I didn't think you'd mind.

It was nearly time to leave

and the girls said they'd be home early...

...so we could rehearse my play

for Christmas.

Never a thought about my Christmas.

Flying off without a word of cheer

or greeting for your poor old aunt.

I'm sorry, Aunt March.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Here.

It's a dollar for each. Well, take them.

Thank you, Aunty.

Never mind thanking me.

Just spend it wisely, that's all I ask.

Although it's more than I can expect

when you're so much like your father...

...waltzing off to war and letting

other folks look after his family.

There's nobody looking after us.

And we don't ask favors from anybody.

I'm very proud of Father

and you should be, too.

- Don't you be impertinent, Miss.

- I'm sorry, Aunty.

It isn't preachers that are going

to win this war. It's fighters!

Yes, Aunty.

- Can I go, now?

- Yeah, go on.

- Did you clean Polly's cage today?

- Yes, Aunty.

Did you wash those teacups

and put them away carefully?

Yes, Aunty.

- You didn't break any?

- No, Aunty.

- What about the teaspoons?

- I polished them.

Yes. Very well then.

Wait, just a minute. Come back here.

Look at this. You haven't dusted properly.

I want this stair rail dusted and polished

before you leave here.

Yes, Aunty.

Higher.

Thank you very much, ladies.

And now I wish you all

a very merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas!

School is dismissed.

Amy March! You may close the door.

That'll teach her not to cut up didoes.

- It serves that stuck-up Amy March right.

- What's he going to do to her?

I can see there's nothing for me to do

but to stop by and show your mother...

...how instead of doing your sums,

you cover your slate with sketches.

And most uncomplimentary sketches.

Please, Mr. Davis, I'll never do it again, sir.

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