The Sound of Music Page #4

Four governesses ago.

I'm Brigitta.

You didn't tell me how old you are,

Louisa.

I'm Brigitta. She's Louisa.

She's 13 years old, and you're smart.

I'm 10, and I think your dress

is the ugliest one I ever saw.

- Brigitta, you shouldn't say that.

- Why not?

- Don't you think it's ugly?

- Of course.

But Frulein Helga's was ugliest.

I'm Kurt. I'm 11.

I'm incorrigible.

- Congratulations.

- What's "incorrigible"?

I think it means you want

to be treated like a boy.

I'm Marta, and I'm going to be

seven on Tuesday.

I'd like a pink parasol.

Pink's my favorite color too.

Yes, you're Gretl.

And you're five years old?

My, you're practically a lady.

I have to tell you a secret.

I've never been a governess.

You don't know anything

about being a governess?

Nothing. I'll need lots of advice.

The best way to start is to tell

Father to mind his own business.

Never come to dinner on time.

Never eat your soup quietly.

During dessert, always blow your nose.

Don't you believe a word they say,

Frulein Maria.

- Oh, why not?

- Because I like you.

Children, outside for your walk.

Father's orders. Hurry up.

Quick, quick, quick.

Frulein Maria, I'm Frau Schmidt,

the housekeeper.

How do you do.

I'll show you to your room.

Follow me.

Poor little dears.

You're very lucky. With

Frulein Helga it was a snake.

Good evening.

- Good evening, children.

- Good evening, Frulein Maria.

Enchanting little ritual.

Something you learned at the abbey?

No.

Rheumatism.

Excuse me, captain. Haven't we

forgotten to thank the Lord?

For what we receive,

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

- Amen.

- Amen.

I'd like to thank you all...

...for the precious gift

you left in my pocket today.

What gift?

It's a secret between

the children and me.

Then I suggest you keep it,

and let us eat.

Knowing how nervous

I must have been...

...a stranger in a new household...

...knowing how important it was

for me to feel accepted...

...it was so kind and thoughtful of

you to make my first moments here...

...so warm and happy...

...and pleasant.

- What is the matter, Marta?

- Nothing.

Frulein...

...is it to be at every meal

or merely at dinnertime...

...that you intend leading us through

this rare and wonderful new world...

...of indigestion?

They're all right, captain.

They're just happy.

- Rolfe, good evening.

- Good evening, Franz.

- I trust everything is under control?

- Yes, yes.

- Are there any developments?

- Perhaps.

- Is the captain home?

- He's at dinner.

- With the family?

- Yes.

Give him this telegram at once.

Certainly.

A telegram for you, sir.

Franz? Who delivered it?

That young lad Rolfe, of course.

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