The Little Colonel Page #3

for lunch. Will you have enough?

I don't know if I can stretch

one small chicken...

but as long as the water's running,

we'll have soup enough.

- Well, do the best you can.

- Yes'm.

Honey, don't eat that now.

You'll spoil your lunch.

Is Aunt Sally Tyler my aunt too?

- She's your great aunt, dear.

- My great aunt?

Oh, I know. The big, fat one.

You must be very polite to her, dear.

She's coming all the way

from Louisville to see us.

All right, Mother. I will.

Mom Beck?

Will you tell me a pink story?

If you ain't the beatenest child

I ever see.

When you wanna hear a blue story,

everything in it has got to be blue.

And when you wants to hear a green story,

everything in it has got to be green.

Now, I could tell you a black story

about my first husband.

You better run out

and play with May Lily.

All right.

And don't let me see you

take none of them cookies.

It's a good thing I didn't see you take 'em.

It's a good thing I didn't see you take 'em.

And I only had one shot left.

I aimed my gun- Bang!

I killed those three Indians.

Why, Miss Lloyd,

did you really do that?

Of course not.

That's just a story.

And you don't have to call me Miss Lloyd.

You can call me Colonel.

- Are you a colonel too?

- Yes, I am. A real colonel.

- You can't be no colonel.

- Why not?

Because you ain't got no whiskers.

I don't need to have whiskers.

I've got a temper.

That's all you need to be a colonel.

I guess that's right, 'cause all the colonels

I ever see had tempers.

I hope you're not a colonel

like him in there.

If you was, I'd be "afeared"

to play with you.

Miss Lloyd,

them's the colonel's flowers!

Well, we're not afraid of the colonel.

Who ain't afraid?

Maybe you ain't, but I is.

Now, listen, May Lily,

and you too, Henry Clay.

I'm the colonel,

and you're my men...

and in the army,

you have to obey orders.

- Uh-huh.

- Forward march!

I don't think I'm gonna like

being in the army.

Aw!

They're so beautiful.

My mother'll love these.

Here, Henry Clay. You carry them.

- Follow me, men.

- Follow me, men.

Come on, May Lily.

Let's make mud pies.

Get a lot of nice, round pebbles,

and they can be raisins.

We'll put dust over the top,

and that can be sugar.

We'll just make

the finest mud pies you ever saw.

Who's been picking these flowers?

Colonel, your army

is retreatin' right now!

Come on, Henry!

Hey, what's going on around here?

Don't you dare poke me

with that old stick!

What's that? You'd better learn

some respect for your elders.

I won't respect anyone who pokes me.

For a little girl,

you've got a bad temper.

That's your fault.

What's that? Who are you?

They call me "the little colonel."

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