MRS. MARCH

So you're going to Washington?

MAN:

Yes, Ma'am. My son is sick in a hospital there.

MRS. MARCH

Oh. This will be an anxious Christmas for you. I think this one

will do. Let's try this. Is it your only son?

MAN:

No, Ma'am. I had four, two were killed. One is a prisoner.

MRS. MARCH

You've done a great deal for your country, sir.

MAN:

Oh, not a might more than I ought to, Ma'am. I'd go myself if I

was any use. Thank you for the overcoat.

MRS. MARCH

Wait a minute. I hope you find him better.

MAN:

Thank you, Ma'am. God bless you. Merry Christmas. Merry

Christmas.

MRS. MARCH

Merry Christmas.

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03:22)**

SHOP ASSISTANT:

Oh, Mrs. March. Will you sign this so I can get it off? Why,

what's the matter?

MRS. MARCH

When I see things like that poor old man it makes me ashamed to

think how little I do.

SHOP ASSISTANT:

But, my dear, you're doing all you can here. And your husband is

there.

MRS. MARCH

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.

SHOP ASSISTANT:

And a real comfort they are too, aren't they?

MRS. MARCH

I couldn't bear it without them. Meg and Joe are working, you

know?

SHOP ASSISTANT:

Yes?

MRS. MARCH

Meg is a nursery governess.

SHOP ASSISTANT:

Oh.

(at the Nursery)**

CHILD ONE:

Merry Christmas.

CHILD TWO:

Merry Christmas.

CHILD TWO:

Merry Christmas.

(00:
04:15)**

MEG:

Remember Lilly, Santa Claus is watching you.

CHILD FOUR:

Come on Tony, let's go over to the blackboard.

(at Aunt March's)**

JO:

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. Al_c Almost in a single day and

night. Crush them. Pluck them out pitterlously from their very

first appearance and do not weary of the labor of plucking them

out again and again.

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05:06)**

(Bird talks)**

(00:
05:15)**

AUNT MARCH:

Hold your tongue! Disrespectful old bird. Go on, Josephine_c.

Josephine? Uh! Where you off to, Miss?

JO:

Oh, I didn't think you'd mind. It was nearly time to leave and

the girls all said they'd be home early so we could rehearse my

play for Christmas.

AUNT MARCH:

Never a thought about my Christmas. Flying off without a word of

cheer or greeting to your poor old aunt.

JO:

Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt March. Merry Christmas.

AUNT MARCH:

Merry Christmas. Here! It's a dollar for each. Well, take 'em.

JO:

Thank you, Auntie.

AUNT MARCH:

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 lettin' other folks look

after his family.

JO:

There's nobody looking after us, and we don't ask favors from

anybody. And I'm very proud of Father. And you should be too.

AUNT MARCH:

Hoity Toity. Don't you be impertinent, miss!

JO:

Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie.

AUNT MARCH:

It isn't preachers that's going to win this war. It's fighters.

JO:

Yes, Auntie. Can I go now?

AUNT MARCH:

Oh, go on. Did you clean Polly's cage today?

JO:

Yes, Auntie.

AUNT MARCH:

Did you wash those tea cups and put them away, carefully?

JO:

Yes, Auntie.

AUNT MARCH:

You didn't break any?

JO:

No, Auntie.

AUNT MARCH:

What about the teaspoons?

JO:

I polished them.

AUNT MARCH:

Oh, very well then. 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.

JO:

Yes, Auntie.

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07:30)**

(Children singing in the classroom)**

(00:
08:03)**

MR. DAVIS

Thank you very much Ladies. And now I wish you all a very merry

Christmas.

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