National Velvet Page #4

I'm considering.

Considering? Don't you know

if you'd be happy?

It isn't the happiness I'm considering.

It's where it'll get me.

It's for the lack of considering

that people stay poor.

Have you ever been quiet

for a few hours, and just think?

All the time.

All the time, about horses.

All day and every night.

I want to be a famous rider.

I should like to hunt...

...ride to hounds.

I should like to race.

I'd like to have so many horses,

that I could walk between the boxes...

...and ride what I choose.

Do you feel all right?

That's Miss Ada.

Who?

Miss Ada. She pulls the cart.

Meet her yet?

She is a little old and tired.

We love her.

Don't you love horses?

I hate 'em.

I don't believe it.

You know too much about them.

You hate a thing when you know

too much about it.

Perhaps you're just scared by horses.

You will stay, won't you?

Yes, I'll stay.

Perhaps it's smarter.

I'm sure it is.

Better get to bed.

Father leaves early.

- She wants another carrot.

- One is her usual.

If we don't give her another,

she might whinny all night.

I'll get it myself.

See, Miss Ada?

He's ashamed to admit he likes you.

- Here you are.

- No, you give it to her yourself.

Why be ashamed of your feelings?

If you like Miss Ada,

why pretend you don't?

Because I told you I hated horses.

You'll have to get over that, Mi.

Why?

Because I love them so.

Every day I pray to God

to give me horses...

...wonderful horses.

To let me be the best rider in England.

- Hello, Velvet.

- Good morning, Miss Melbert.

- I brought Miss Ada, Mother.

- Good.

Miss Ada here?

Boy! Come, lad.

I've sluiced the runway.

I have an order for Mrs. Ede.

Velvet's brought the cart.

You know where the Ede farm is?

Past Table Gully, near the sea wall.

I'll show him.

He must learn by himself.

Please, let me.

You can get lost on those hillocks.

There's one road to Ede's

and one to Tupper's.

It's terribly confusing, Father.

The ride will sharpen her appetite.

Yes, it will, Father.

Sharpen my appetite!

Come on, Mi.

Mrs. Brown, I've been thinking.

Mind you, I'm not against this lad.

But not for him.

You'll allow tramping the road's

not a proper upbringing for a lad.

Would you guarantee there's not a bit

of lying and sharp dealing about him?

I guarantee there was.

But what's the meaning of good

if there isn't some bad to overcome?

What I figured.

Thought I'd get lost?

You could. You're a stranger.

Not to the ways of a woman.

Am I deceitful?

Why didn't you say you wanted to come

to visit a horse?

What have horses ever done to you?

Nothing.

There's got to be a reason.

I took a spill once.

You'd hate them if you had sense!

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