Little Women Page #7

- "Another hit; what say you?"

- "A touch, a touch, I do confess."

What is this? What on earth?

What's going on?

I don't know, sir.

"Have at you now!"

I say...

- Are you hurt?

- No.

- No, nothing ever hurts me.

- I'm sorry.

I forgot you were a girl

and I'm afraid I got a bit too rough.

What are you talking about?

I had you bettered if I hadn't slipped.

That's a good picture of your grandfather.

He looks pretty grim,

but I shouldn't be afraid of him.

Though I can see how his face

might frighten some people.

I'll wait upstairs, sir.

His eyes are kind and I like him

even though he does bark at you so.

Thank you, ma'am.

So you're not afraid of me?

No, sir, not much.

But my face will frighten some people?

- I only said "might."

- And I bark, do I?

No, sir, perhaps not all the time.

But with all that, you like me?

Yes, sir. I do.

I do.

And I like you.

Grandfather, you should see her fence.

Come on, let's show him.

- No. I've been here too long now.

- I'll see you home.

No, you stay indoors, young man.

I shall see Miss March home.

I want to pay my respects

to your mother...

...and thank her for the medicine

she sent my boy.

I can see it's done him lots of good.

You get upstairs and do your sums.

Brooke is waiting for you.

And see that you behave yourself

like a gentleman, sir.

Goodbye, Jo.

Here they come.

All dressed up

and looking as pretty as pictures.

Amy, how dainty. You look lovely.

I wish Laurie hadn't asked me to his party.

I know I shall be frightened.

You wouldn't want to hurt his feelings

when he's been so kind.

Meg, the dress is lovely.

Thank you, Marmee.

Jo, you look splendid.

I feel perfectly miserable with 19 hairpins...

...all sticking straight into my head,

but, dear me, let us be elegant or die.

Does the patch show much?

It does a little, Marmee.

But she's going to sit down or else stand

with her back against the wall.

Jo, where are your gloves?

I've stained them, so I'm going without.

You wear gloves or I don't go.

I tried to clean them,

but it only made them look worse.

I'll carry them

and hold them crumpled up in one hand.

- Nobody will see them.

- Jo!

I'll tell you.

We'll each wear one of your nice ones...

...and carry one of my bad ones,

then the effect will be fine and easy.

All right, only be careful of it,

and don't stretch it.

And, Jo, dear, do behave nicely

and don't put your hands behind your back.

Good night, Marmee.

Above everything, don't say:

"Christopher Columbus!"...

...and disgrace us all.

Hold your tongue, Miss Baby.

I'll be as prim as I can be and not get into

any scrapes, if I can help it.

May I engage you for this dance,

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