The Sound of Music Page #5

Father, may I be excused?

Children, in the morning I shall

be going to Vienna.

Not again, Father!

How long will you be gone this time?

I'm not sure, Gretl.

- To visit Baroness Schraeder again?

- Mind your own business!

As a matter of fact, yes, Louisa.

- Why can't we ever see the baroness?

- Why would she want to see you?

You are going to see the baroness.

I'm bringing her back with me to visit.

And Uncle Max.

Uncle Max!

Rolfe!

Oh, Rolfe!

- No, Liesl. We mustn't!

- Why not, silly?

- I don't know...

- Isn't this why you're waiting?

Yes, of course.

- I've missed you, Liesl.

- You have? How much?

I even thought of sending a telegram,

so I'd be able to deliver it here.

Oh, that's a lovely thought!

Why don't you, right now?

- But I'm here!

- Please, Rolfe. Send me a telegram.

I'll start it for you.

"Dear Liesl..."

"Dear Liesl:
I'd like to be able

to tell you...

...how I feel about you. Stop.

Unfortunately, this wire

is already too expensive.

Sincerely, Rolfe."

- "Sincerely"?

- Cordially.

- "Cordially"?

- Affectionately?

Will there be any reply?

"Dear Rolfe:
Stop.

Don't stop! Your Liesl."

If only we didn't have to wait

for someone to send Father a telegram.

How do I know when I'll see you again?

Well, let's see...

I could come here by mistake.

With a telegram for Colonel Schneider!

He's here from Berlin staying with...

No one knows he's here.

Don't tell your father.

- Why not?

- Your father's so Austrian.

We're all Austrian.

Some think we ought to be German, and

they're very mad at those who don't.

They're getting ready to...

Let's hope your father

doesn't get into trouble.

Don't worry. He's a big naval hero.

He was even decorated by the emperor.

I don't worry about him.

I worry about his daughter.

Me? Why?

- Well, you're so...

- What?

You're such a baby!

I'm 16.

What's such a baby about that?

You wait, little girl

On an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life, little girl

Is an empty page

That men will want to write on

To write on

You are 16 going on 17

Baby, it's time to think

Better beware

Be canny and careful

Baby, you're on the brink

You are 16 going on 17

Fellows will fall in line

Eager young lads

And rous and cads

Will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you

To face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared are you

Of things beyond your ken

You need someone older and wiser

Telling you what to do

I am 17 going on 18

I'll take care of you

I am 16 going on 17

I know that I'm naive

Fellows I meet

May tell me I'm sweet

And willingly I believe

I am 16 going on 17

Innocent as a rose

Bachelor dandies

Drinkers of brandies

What do I know of those?

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