National Velvet Page #5

A horse is an animal

that breaks his back to earn his keep.

I'll be a horse till I use my head

again.

Again?

Thank you, Mi.

Jacob, come back here!

Stop it!

Pie! Get away from that wall!

He didn't do it!

I don't believe it!

Must be something wrong with my eyes.

He'll trample someone in the village.

He didn't!

But maybe he did.

We'll be generous, call it two feet.

Is that two feet?

Maybe it's a little bit more.

We'll call it two, anyway.

Do you know what that crazy horse did?

He leaped Beecher's Brook.

He did?

What's Beecher's Brook?

Jacob, leave that meat alone.

Leave that meat alone!

Give me a hand with these.

We'll wash them in the gully.

Might give them more flavor.

What's Beecher's Brook...

...that The Pie leaped?

Forget it.

It never happened at all.

Nice way to deliver meat.

Come on, Jacob.

Third time this week

your animal's cut loose.

You'll have to make

restitution no doubt. Let's see...

There's Mr. Illdale's begonias.

And over here we have two seed frames...

...measuring about five by ten feet.

That doesn't absolve the jeopardy

to life and limb...

...or safety to traffic on the highway,

occasioned by this horse!

You are responsible,

because you're the rightful owner.

Not for long!

I see you've been busy in my absence.

I see no great harm in it, Mrs. Brown.

This is a butcher shop,

not an auction room.

Mr. Ede came and asked

as a special favor.

- Now, how could we refuse him?

- We?

In every sound partnership one does

the work and the other the refusing.

You shouldn't have

left me alone so long.

The Pie!

They're raffling him.

Put your bands back in.

Your father's watching.

Bread. Best smell on earth!

A stinging ant just stung me!

Is it true Mr. Ede's gelding

could be won for a shilling?

If you won, you'd lose.

What good is the brute?

You'd have to feed and lodge him,

and pay for all the damage he does.

Father, do take in some tickets,

won't you?

Didn't you hear what I said?

But, Father... you don't understand.

Sit down, Velvet.

The food will get cold.

I said a stinging ant just stung me!

Will you keep that up all day?

Where'd it sting you?

On my thumb.

Not a mark. Besides,

ants don't sting, they bite.

Eat, Velvet.

What's this?

For raffle tickets.

For each girl and for Donald.

Are you challenging my authority

in this family?

No, I'm buying raffle tickets.

Pick your own numbers.

They're nearly all open.

I don't want one.

Mi, you're wonderful! I'll take 62.

Me, 119.

It's on my brain in letters of fire!

You're sweet, Mi. I'll have 10.

I'll have 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 11.

We'll get the tickets after dinner.

Boy...

...it's one thing to outthink a man...

...another to outsmart him.

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