The Miracle Worker Page #4

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Ohh.

Very chivalrous of you.

This is not chivalry.

This is practicality.

You're no good to

us trapped in a room.

Ooh.

Not in the house 10 minutes.

Honestly, I don't see

how you managed it.

I'll look for the key, sir.

Thank you. Just don't look in

any rooms that can be locked.

All right, everyone.

Excitement's over.

I'd better leave

the L-A-D-D-E-R.

Oh, you little devil.

If you think you can get rid

of me that easily, you're wrong.

I have nothing better to do

and nowhere else to go.

To the best of my knowledge,

no one in this house

has ever tried to

control the girl,

but...

how can I discipline her

without breaking her spirit?

But...

if she won't obey me...

Oh!

Ohh.

Tsk.

Ink.

It has a name.

Pen.

Pen.

No, Helen.

Ohh!

Bad...

girl.

No. Never you mind, gice Annie.

It's... It's not the first.

No, Helen.

The Captain thinks that your

spelling everything that Helen does

is like spelling

to a fence post.

You talk to the

baby, don't you?

Does she understand

what you mean?

Not yet, but she will someday

if she hears enough words.

I'm letting Helen

hear the words.

How long will it take?

A million words, maybe.

Pen.

Did you see that?

I spelled "pen."

She spelled "cake."

She wants to see if I

can tell the difference.

There's is nothing impaired

in that head, go Keller.

Helen is smart... and angry.

I can use that.

Can you teach

me those letters?

I'll start tomorrow.

If both of us are

spelling to her,

that makes only about

half a million words each.

Ow! Helen!

Helen.

Why does she get a

reward for stabbing me?

I... I don't know.

I'm... I'm sorry.

Miss Sullivan,

breakfast is ready.

Shall I get the ladder?

That's enough, Jimmy.

Oh, good morning, gice Annie.

Good morning.

Morning.

I hope you've settled in

comfortably, gice Sullivan.

Thank you, Captain. I have.

Please, help yourself.

Miss Annie, if there is ever anything

that you need, please let us know.

Tobacco prices are up, Father.

We should earn a nice profit

this year for a change.

It used to be that a man could

make a good living running a farm.

Well, perhaps if you'd leave your pet

newspaper and come show me my business,

...we could make

some real money.

Not in front of Miss Sullivan.

Why not in front

of Miss Sullivan?

Miss Annie,

Helen is used to helping

herself from our plates.

I'm afraid I'm not used to it.

No, of course not.

Viney, please bring Miss

Sullivan another plate.

There's nothing wrong

with my plate, Captain,

only that Helen's hands

don't belong in it.

One plate is hardly worth

spoiling our breakfast over.

You see, she's just going to keep

trying until she gets her way.

I must insist that

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