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Laura: Mary, wait up!

Wait, Mary!

Wait. You should
have waited.

It won't be announced
till tomorrow,

but Miss Beadle
put the best essay
up on the board.

Well, don't you even care
whose it was?

Oh, yeah.
I'm sorry.
Who won?

It was yours, you big silly.

Said right on it,
"by Mary Ingalls."

Nellie Oleson was green
with envy.

She was sure she'd win.

Her mother wrote it
for her, you know,

but I know yours was better.

You can write as good
as Miss Beadle.

Charles: Hey, everybody!

Ho!

You lovely ladies like a ride?

Sure.
Thanks, pa.

Come on,
Carrie. Up.

How was school today,
Carrie? All right?

Fine.

Oh, by the way, Mary,

uh, I got a letter for you.

It's from Chicago.

Chicago?
It's from John!

What's he say?

Well, aren't you going
to read it to us?

I don't think that's
a reading-aloud kind
of letter, half-pint.

John's letters to Mary
are kind of personal.

Caroline!

Hi!

Laura: Mary won
the essay contest
at school!

Caroline: Well, well!
Congratulations, Mary.

Thanks, ma.

She doesn't seem
very excited about it.

She got a letter from Chicago.

Oh? How's John?

Who knows? It's
still Mary's secret.
Oh.

I have
a little secret
of my own, too.

Oh? What's
your secret?

You know the grange
is going to meet
in two weeks

to decide state regulation,

and since
Luther Douglas
is sick,

I am going
to represent
the district

at the convention.
Oh, Charles!

I mean, the grange!

"Recently I attended
a performance

of Felix Mendelssohn's
songs without words."

"The lilting melodies
of the piano

"reminded me so much
of you, my sweet Mary,

"and the peaceful
surroundings
of walnut grove.

"Mendelssohn's title
no longer seemed
appropriate

as music brought words
flowing into my mind."

He always writes
such sloppy things.

Falling in love
is such a waste
of time.

I'm going to stay
right here with pa
forever and ever.

Do you want
to hear this, or not?

OK.

"The university is holding

its annual cotillion"...
That's a dance...

"on the 14th of this month.

"Imagine how proud I would be

"to escort you on
such a grand occasion,

but I fear
that is only a dream."

If only I could go.

Caroline: Girls?

Coming!

If I ever got
a chance to go
to Chicago,

I wouldn't waste
my time at some
dumb old dance.

Your father
has an announcement
to make.

Well, I just
thought you might
be interested to know

that I'll be
representing
walnut grove

at the grange convention
next month,

and your ma's going with me.

Charles, but...

Well, now, hold on.
It's a free trip.

We're never going
to get a chance
like this again.

Laura: Oh, pa,
how wonderful!

You bet.

It sure is.

But what's a grange?

Honey, that's an organization

that does an awful lot of good

for all the people
that belong to it.

Which is
practically
every farmer

in the whole country!

Mary, is something
bothering you?

No. I'm fine.

It's just that she's in love

and miserable
because she
can't go

to the dance with John.

It's not just the dance.

I miss him so much.

It's been so long.

Well,
you just might be
interested to know

that the convention
that your ma and I
are going to

is going to
take place
in Chicago.

Chicago?

That's right.

Then you'll see John.

Well, of course we will.

You can tell me everything...

Where he lives, how he looks,

if he's changed at all.

We'll tell you everything.

The shirt! The one
I made him for Christmas

when he was supposed
to come home.

I was going to send it
to him by mail,

but... but now
you can take it
to him in person.

Well, you don't
have to get it now.

Well, there's
so many things
I want you to tell him,

things I can't fit in a letter.

It'll be almost as if
I was really there.

Charles, I need to talk to you.

Sure.
Is something wrong?

No. I-It's
about Chicago.

I think I should stay here.

Oh, now, Caroline, come on.

If it's because
of the children...

No, it isn't.

At least,
not the way
you're thinking.

Well, why wouldn't you
want to go?

We'll never have
a chance like this again.

I don't mean to seem ungrateful.

Oh, I'd love to see Chicago,

but it would be
seeing it with you

that would make it so special.

Isn't that why you invited me?

Of course it is.

I want Mary to make the trip.

I can see Chicago on
a picture postcard.

It means that much to you?

And to her.

Nothing's more important

than being with
the one you love.

Don't I know that.

It'll be worth it
just to see her face
when I tell her.

Well, then what
are you waiting for?

Why don't you go tell her?

Thank you.

Caroline?
Huh?

I really do love you.

Mary, would you come
down here, please?

Need some help?

What do you think?

It's beautiful.

Oh, I remember
the first time
I wore it.

I was about your age.

Your pa and I were
not yet married.

We hardly even knew each other.

He was so handsome...

And I was so young...

Painfully shy.

He and father were standing

by the fireplace talking...

And I came in...

Wearing this dress...

And he looked at me and said,

"Caroline...

"You are the prettiest thing

this side
of heaven."

It was a spring dance...

May, I think.

He brought me
cornflowers
from the Meadow,

and I put them in my hair.

Oh, I fell
in love with him
that moment...

And I've loved him ever since.

I kept it tucked away

in the trunk all these years,

keeping it nice,

saving it
for something
really special.

Maybe you should try it on,

see if it needs any adjusting.

But why are you giving it to me?

You're going to
need something nice
for the cotillion.

Well, don't just stand there.

We've got a lot of work to do

before you and your pa
go to Chicago.

Oh, ma!

Ma, thank you.

Thank you.

Conductor: All aboard!

Board!

Here you go, sit right in there.

All right.

Think I can get
this one little bag to stay up.

Mr. Ingalls?
Mr. Charles Ingalls?

Right here.

Mr. Ingalls?

Yeah.

Would you please follow me?

Sure.

Here you are, Mr. Ingalls.

I hope you and your daughter
will be very comfortable.

Oh, pa, look.

There's, uh,
there's got to be
some kind of mistake.

See, I've just got
these two coach tickets.

No, there's no mistake,
Mr. Ingalls.

The accommodations
have been arranged for you

as a grange member.
Have a good trip.

Isn't it beautiful?

It sure is, but nobody
said anything about
a special compartment.

What the heck.
Might as well enjoy it, eh?

Have I
thanked you enough
for letting me come?

Hey, come on.
Don't thank me.

I'm just happy I can bring you.

And we're gonna ride in style.

Ha ha!

[Train whistle sounds]

[Knock knock]

Charles: Yeah.

Yeah?
Your lunch, sir.

Oh, hold on.
I didn't order
any lunch.

Oh, it's all taken care of.

Uh, roast beef,
green peas and rolls,

cauliflower, and, uh,

blueberry pie for dessert.

Well, that's all
very nice, but who...

Just following my orders, sir.

Enjoy your meal.

I don't know
what's going on here.

Will you look at that?

But what about ma's sandwiches?

If your ma
could see that,
I don't think she'd mind.

Come on. Let's eat.

[Whistle blowing]

Some hotel, huh?

Look.
What a lovely day.

See? Isn't that nice?

Now, here we go
for a little walk.

There you are, sweetheart.

Come along, Rodney.
Come along.

Don't drag your feet,
darling. Come along.

Down the step.
That's a good boy.

Here we go, baby.
Come along.

Pa, did you see that?

What's that, honey?

That dog.
It has a coat on.

Ha ha ha!

I don't think
bandit would put up
with that, would he?

No.

Your baggage, sir.

Of course
it's my baggage.
What do you think?

Come on, honey.

Another farmer.

Man: Good afternoon, sir.
May I help you?

Yeah. I'd like
two rooms, please.

If you would sign
the register, sir.

All right.

Ah, yes. Mr. Ingalls.

Mr. Charles Ingalls,
walnut grove.

With the grange, correct?

Yeah. That's right.

We've been holding
your rooms for you, sir.

Front.

Uh, just a minute.
I didn't make
a reservation.

A reservation is not required.

Your accommodations
are paid in full.

232.

Enjoy your stay,
Mr. Ingalls.

Thank you.

This way,
Mr. Ingalls.

May I help you, sir?

Thank you.
You're
welcome.

Oh, pa!

Where's the bed?

Your room's over here, miss.

I never had my own room before.

And the bathroom
is through there.

Your room is this way, sir.

Oh. Thank you.

These rooms are very nice,

but, uh, are you sure
they're the right ones?

Oh, yes, sir.
Suite 232.

If I can be
of service, the cord
by the fireplace

will signal me
down in the lobby.

Oh. Thank you
very much.

You're welcome.

I knew Chicago
would be wonderful,

but I never expected this.

Well, neither did I.

Private compartment
on the train,
big suite of rooms.

Luther Douglas
never said anything
about this.

Pa, when can I see John?

How does 5 minutes sound?
Just enough time for us
to freshen up.

Sounds great!

Ha ha ha!

This is it.

This is where he works.

Just think of it, pa...

John working
for a big newspaper
like this.

Hey.

Mary?

Mary!

Oh!

Oh, I can't believe it!

What are you doing here?

Mr. Ingalls,
hello.

Nice to see you again, John.

Nice to see you, sir.

What are you doing here?

Man: Sanderson, aren't
you supposed to be doing

that music-festival article?

Mr. Hancock,

this is Mary
and Charles
Ingalls.

Well, I'll be.
How do you do,
Mr. Ingalls?

Mr. Hancock.

Mary. I feel like I've
known you folks for years.

What brings you to Chicago?

I came to see John.

Oh, naturally.

You were right, John.
She's lovely.

I'm here
representing my district
for the grange convention,

which reminds me
I really should
be on my way.

Mr. Hancock,
it was a pleasure
to meet you.

Maybe we can talk
again sometime.

John, you'll
take Mary back
to the hotel, right?

Of course, sir.
Good to see
you again.

I have an idea.

Mr. Ingalls, why don't
you and your daughter

join me for dinner tonight?

Uh, you, too, John, of course.

Could we, pa?

That's very kind of you.
We'd appreciate it.

Thank you, Mr. Hancock.

Fletcher.

Fletcher. I really
should be going.

If you could
just point me
in the right direction.

I'll do better than that.
I'm heading in the same way.

I appreciate it.
John, we'll see you
tonight.

This your first trip
to Chicago, Charles?

Yes, it is.

Well, I think you'll like it

if you get a chance
to look around.

Oh, I have missed you, John.

And I've missed you.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you.
I hope you like it.

It's from you.
I'll like it.

Hey, how about
seeing where I work?

Whew!

It's really a big place
they got here, huh?

Yeah.
I suppose it is.

Ennis O'Connell.
Bloomington,
Illinois.

Charles Ingalls.
Walnut grove, Minnesota.

It's my first time
in Chicago.
It's quite a town.

Yeah. It looks
a lot better
since they rebuilt

after the fire in '71.

See, my place isn't too far,

and I'm on the main
railroad line,

so I get here pretty regular.

Where... where'd
you say you're from?

Oh, walnut grove.
It's a real small town.

It's about 3 days
outside of Mankato.

You mean,
that's your nearest
railroad stop?

No, no. Springfield's
the nearest one,

but there's
no grain elevator there.

It's one of the things
I'm hoping to talk about
here at the convention.

Man: Gentlemen!

Take your seats, please!

Listen, maybe we
can talk about that
later, huh?

Hey, I'd like to very much.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

[Gavel banging]

Gentlemen!

Take your seats!

Gentlemen!

Take your seats!

Gentlemen!

Let's come to order, please.

Miss anything?

No, no.
Just getting started.

Gentlemen.

Here we go.

Charles Ingalls, walnut grove.

Blake Simmons,
"Chicago register."

Members of the grange...

It is my pleasure
to welcome you to Chicago.

All right. Now,
let's hear it from you.

How do you feel
about the grange?

[Cheering and whistling]

Mary: And tomorrow
John's going to show
me around the city.

Fietcher:
You're not going over
to the university?

There's really
nothing much to see,

just a lot of buildings.

We spent the whole afternoon

working on his article.

He even let me write part of it.

We've got to remember
to take a copy back with us.

I'm sure you won't forget.

It's been a long time
since you've been back
to walnut grove, John.

You gonna come see us
this summer

or go out to California
to see your folks?

I don't know, sir.

With work,
it may be difficult
to get away at all.

Well, you need
some time off, John,

just let me know.

You have to.
You didn't come
at Christmas.

I explained about that.
I had exams.

Charles: Well, nobody's
gonna recognize you

by the time
they set eyes on you.

I supposed.

You notice any difference
in Mary?

Oh, no, she's
exactly the same as
when we got engaged.

I grew a whole inch since then.

Fietcher: Ha ha!

I'm sorry.
I couldn't
really tell.

Wait till you dance with me
at the cotillion.

Then you'll see.

Fletcher, this was
a delicious dinner.

Well, I'm right glad
you enjoyed it.

But I hope you left space
for dessert.

They bake a pie here
made of pecan nuts

shipped all the way
from the state of Georgia.

John: So what do you
think of Chicago?

Mary: It's so big!

Walnut grove is like
a park next to it.

It's really amazing.

Really.

Two of these, please.

Here you go.
Thank you.

Here.

What is it?

It's called chewing gum.

They just started
making it a couple
of years ago.

Well, what do you do with it?

Well, like it says, you chew it.

Oh.

But don't swallow it.

Why not?
Is it poisonous?

Of course not, but
it's chewing gum,
not eating gum.

Anyway,
it's delicious.
Go on.

Mmm! It is good.

I ought to take some
back to Laura.
She'll love it.

Sanderson.

I didn't expect
to see you in town.

Glad I caught you.
I have your anthropology notes.

Oh, thanks.
I almost forgot
about them.

Who's the pretty lady?

Oh. Wesley Cox, this
is Mary Ingalls.

You must be a new student.

I'd never forget
such a sweet face.

Oh, I don't go to college.

This is Mary Ingalls
from walnut grove.

Oh, the country girl.

Uh, John, don't you
have an appointment

at 11:30
with Miss Lawrence?

Oh, yeah.
I'd completely
forgotten.

Mary, um, she's one
of my professors.

I'm going to
have to take you
back to the hotel.

Uh, no need for that.

I'd be more than happy
to escort Mary for you.

Would you?
Of course.

Oh. I'm sorry
to have to rush off
like this, Mary.

Will I see you
after your appointment?

Yeah. At about,
uh, 3:00.

I have another class
at 2:00.

Thanks, Wes.

May I?

You're late.
I was about to leave.

I'm sorry.
The newspaper.

Yes. I know.

I got my dress
for the cotillion
tomorrow night.

It's beautiful.

You'll pick me up
at 7:00?

Where in heaven's name

did you get that silly shirt?

You look like a farmer.

You're not dressed.

John has a function to go to.

He didn't know
we were coming,
and he couldn't cancel.

Oh, darn it. I wish
I didn't have to go

to this convention dinner.

We could have done
something together,

just the two of us.

Don't worry about me.
John gave me this book
all about Chicago.

You sure you'll be all right?

I'll be fine, pa,
and tomorrow night,

I'll be going to the cotillion.

All right.
I won't be late.

Have a good time.

[Knock on door]

Maybe John got off early.

Mr. Ingalls?
Yes.

I'm Angela.

[Quietly]
Uh, I... I think you must
have the wrong room.

This is 232, isn't it?

And, uh, you're
Charlie Ingalls
with the grange?

Oh, hi, honey.

Hi.

Kind of young, isn't she?

That's my daughter.

Oh.

Now, who sent you here?

Hollister, silly.
Who'd you think?

Who's Hollister?

Stanley Hollister.
With the railroad.

I see. Well, I'm afraid
there's been a mistake.

OK. I get it.

Shame, though.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

Bye, sweetie.

Yeah.

You, uh,
take good care
of your pa here.

O'Connell: Hey, Ingalls!

Ingalls, over here!

You're late.
The bar's been open
for hours.

No, thank you.
I'm sorry I'm late,
but something came up.

I get it.
You got Hollister's
message, huh?

Do you know Hollister?

Uh, listen, I want
to talk to you.

Uh, let's go
over here
where it's quiet.

Here. Have a seat
right here.

Thank you.

Looks quiet enough.

I talked to some people
about, uh...

That grain elevator of yours.

Might be able to pull
a couple of strings.

Oh, listen,
I'd really be
beholden to you.

It'd mean an awful lot

to the farmers of walnut grove.

Well, like I said,
I talked to these
friends of mine.

I think it's almost settled.

I don't know how to thank you.

Just one thing, though.

Uh, you do plan
to vote no, don't you?

Well, vote no?
Of course not.
Why would I do that?

Well, uh, these friends
are influential.

Do a lot of favors,
not just for you.

They, uh, kind of expect
something in return.

Who are these friends, huh?

Oh, you don't know them.

Uh, Virgil Bradley
and Phillip DeWitt...

[Men cheering]
And Stanley Hollister.

Stanley Hollister?
I'll be right back.

Hey! Hey, Ingalls!
Ingalls!

Hey, Ing...

Man: Morning paper here!

Paper! The register!

Get your morning paper!

Paper! Paper?

Paper?

2 cents.

Get your morning paper!

Chicago register!

Papers! Morning papers!

Read all about it
in the morning register!

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Well, Charles!
Good morning.

Fletcher. Look,
I know you weren't

at the convention dinner
last night.

Sent Blake Simmons,
one of my best men.

I know. We met,
but when I read
this article...

Are you trying to tell me

how my reporters should write?

No. Not how. What.

I mean, it just never
happened this way.

I'm not sure I understand you.

Fletcher,
the dinner last night
was a nightmare.

I mean, drunken farmers,
fancy women.

But the worst part was
the bargaining going on
under the table.

People
making deals, bribes,
and with railroads.

Look, Simmons was there.
He heard every bit of it.

Then I read this article,
I think the whole thing
was a nightmare.

There's nothing
about it in here.

I just thought
you ought to know.

Like some?

No.

I'm aware of what
went on, Charles.

See, I have
a responsibility
to the Grangers.

What about your readers?
Don't you owe them
something?

The grange
is a respectable
institution.

Oh, nobody believed that
any more than I did.

Well, if I reported
every time they play

a few games here and there,

I'd give them a bad name.

What went on... so you see,

I'm really just
protecting people
from hearing things

it wouldn't do them
any good to know.

Fletcher, you don't
really believe that.

Look, Charles,
I know what I print

sometimes isn't the whole truth,

but my advertisers,

large organizations
like the railroads,

well, they keep me in business.

I see.

That may be
hard for you
to understand.

Living out in the country, it...

Yeah. You're right.
That is hard for me
to understand, Fletcher.

See, where I come from,
we tell the truth.

Mary: What time
is it, pa?

It must be
almost 7:00.

Mary: I'm almost ready.
I don't know what time

John will meet me
at the cotillion.

I hope he doesn't
have to work too late.

I guess I better
get used to it, though,

if I'm going to be
the wife of a newspaperman.

I suppose.

Whew! Just look at you.

Oh, that is beautiful.

I've always been
proud to be your pa,

but never as proud
as I am tonight.

I love you, pa.

Oh, I love you, too, sweetheart.

Careful.
I don't want
to mess your hair.

You look beautiful!

Hey, that John's a lucky fellow.

Oh, speaking of which,

this came while you
were getting ready.
John sent it over.

Oh, he's so kind.

This is going to be
the best night of my life.

Look at that. Hmm?

Oh!

Want me to pin it on?

Please.
All right.

It's just like
the years
never passed.

You look
just as pretty
as your ma did

when she
wore that dress
for the first time

we went to the dance.

I'm scared, pa.

What do you have
to be scared about?

You're going to be

the prettiest
and the smartest
girl there.

Now...

Miss Ingalls?

Your wrap.

Thank you.

Here we go.

[Orchestra playing]

See him anywhere?

There he is over there.

John: Good evening,
Mr. Ingalls. Mary.

Ah, you look
mighty dapper
tonight, John.

Thank you, sir.

You two have a good time.

Oh, Mr. Ingalls,

I hate to ask you this,

but I'm covering
the cotillion
for the paper.

They want it in
the morning issue,

um, so
I have to leave
a little early,

and I was wondering
if you could come
and get Mary.

Oh, John.

Hold on a minute.
You just told me

you had to get used
to being married
to a newspaperman.

I'll come back
right after the meeting.

Thank you, sir.

Why don't you two
start dancing
so I can have a look?

Thank you for the flowers.

They look beautiful.
So do you.

I love you, John.

May I?
If Mary doesn't mind.

Of course not.

I'm sorry to keep running out,

but I have to
cover the cotillion
for the paper.

That stupid paper
is all you ever
think about.

You can't even keep your mind

on where we're dancing.

I'm sorry.

Let me tell you something.

As soon as
you have time to think
about me for a change,

let me know.

Until then,
I'd rather not dance
in the shrubbery.

[Music ends]

Thank you.

Order. Order.

Now then, if there are
no further questions...

O'Connell:
Uh, Mr. Chairman,

I would like to make
one final statement

in favor of a no vote
on state regulation

and begin by asking
who is more familiar

with the affairs
of the farmers...

The railroads,
with whom we have worked
in the past...

[Men muttering]

Or those bureaucrats
in the state government?

[Laughter]

Now, in light
of my conversations
with various sources,

I have excellent reason
to believe

that the railroads
are willing to work
with the grange

on this matter
of shipping charges.

How much are they paying you

to talk like that, O'Connell?

[Men muttering]

Sir, you are out of order.

No, sir, I am not!

Because what I have
to say is important

because nobody's
paying me to say it.

You know, I've been
proud to be a member
of the grange.

I was honored when I was asked

to represent
my district here
at the convention.

But this
isn't the grange
that I knew.

This isn't
the close-knit
rural organization

that it used to be...

Because
it's been corrupted
by the railroads

and the power of the big cities.

Sir, that is
a libelous statement.

Well, then sue me!

Go on, O'Connell.
Sue me.

My farm's worth about $100.

What's $100
to you, O'Connell?
It's nothing.

Well, it means a lot to me,

and I'd still
rather lose my farm
than lose my honor.

Mr. Chairman,
these heroics are wasting
this convention's time.

I agree
with Mr. O'Connell,
Mr. Chairman!

I'm sure it is
a waste of this
convention's time.

I mean,
why waste your time
being honest

when you can make
so much more money
by being dishonest?

Now you're talking like a fool.

Well, of course I'm a fool!

I'm just
a dumb farmer,
O'Connell!

A stupid, dumb farmer!

Well, I got news
for you and for
the railroad.

I didn't
come to Chicago
on a load of hay.

Now, I don't care
how the rest of you
are voting tonight,

but this dumb farmer
is going to vote yes
on state regulation!

And I don't care what it costs.

[Men muttering]

Now, gentlemen, gentlemen.

Now, just calm down.

Gentlemen, please.

Mr. Chairman.

[Orchestra playing]

[Music ends]

Do you think
I could have some punch?

Oh, of course.
Why don't you
sit down,

and I'll get it for you?

Hi. Having fun?
Yes.

How about the next dance?

Sure.

I'm sorry, John.

Um, won't your friends be
wondering where you are?

Oh, they're so boring.

You know I'd rather be with you,

but you're always so busy.

Why don't we go out
on the terrace?

It's much cooler out there.

All right.

Um, you go out.
I'll join you

as soon as I get the punch, OK?

OK.
Don't be long.

[Music starts]

Excuse me a minute, Claire.

Oh, Johnny.

Please. Not now.

Again? But, John!

Just excuse me.

I've had a bad evening,
young man,

and right now,
I'm about as angry

as I've ever been in my life.

I know, sir.

All right. You know.
What kind of game
are you playing?

It's not a game, sir.

I didn't know
you and Mary
were coming.

Oh, am I supposed
to understand that?

You're supposed to be
engaged to my daughter.
Do you love her?

I care for her deeply.

I asked you
if you're in love
with my daughter.

[Whispers]
No, sir.

How long have you known?

I'm not sure.

When you're far apart,

it's easy
to avoid knowing
the truth,

but seeing her again...

I knew.

And I did plan to tell her.

When?

In a letter
when she got back
to walnut grove.

When she got back
to walnut grove,

and I'm supposed to
understand that, too.

I'm a writer.
The words come
easier on paper.

When you first
told my daughter
you loved her,

did you write her
a letter about it?

This is different.
I... I can't face her.

John, Mary has a right
to hear it from you.

She has a right
to tell you how she feels.

I think you owe her that much.

Yes, sir.

I just don't know what I'll say.

The words will come.

[Whispers]
Yes, sir.

I'm... I'm really sorry.

I'm sorry, darling.

I wish
there was something
I could do.

His letters...

I believed them.

Yeah.
I know you did.

You know, sometimes
things happen

when there's
a lot of distance
between people.

Maybe he just
wrote you the things

that he thought
you wanted to hear.

But I feel the same, pa.

I love John.

But he's not the same, darling.

He's changed.
He's different.

He's a city boy
now. He has
different needs.

I could learn to be
what he wants.

I could change, too.

Oh, now, hold on.

Changing's
not always
for the better.

You know, there's
only one thing
in this world

you can do better
than anybody else.

What?

Just be yourself.

Being yourself hurts too much.

Ah, if you didn't
feel a little of
the pain of sorrow,

how would you know
how good it felt
to be happy?

I don't think I'll
ever be happy again.

Oh, yes, you will.

I know you don't
believe that now,

but you
wait and see.
One of these days,

this'll be over and forgotten.

You'll meet a new Beau,

and you'll fall in love again.

No, I won't.

Love is too painful.

Oh, come on.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

[Whispering]
Shh. Shh. Shh.

Shh.

Why don't we go home, huh?

I just don't think
you and I belong here.

Here. We'll sit
right here, Mary.

Won't be the same this time.

I don't think
they'll be serving
us any fancy lunch.

It doesn't matter.
I just want to see
walnut grove again.

Conductor: All aboard!

[Whistle blows]

Would you like a sandwich?

No, thanks.

Go ahead. My aunt Polly
made them for me.

She always fixes
more than enough.

Thanks.

It's a good idea.
You'll be needing it.

It's going to be a long trip.

Where you headed?

I'm going
to poplar point myself.

Bet you never heard of it.

Oh, well, sure I have.

It's only
about a half an hour
from my house.

Is that right?
Excuse my manners.

My name's Patrick.
What's yours?

Mary. Mary Ingalls.

Where you from?

Walnut grove.

Walnut grove?

That's where I'll be
going to school.

There isn't one in poplar point.

Oh, you'll really like it.

Miss Beadle's
a really good teacher.

Not too tough?

Not if you do your homework.

Then I'm in trouble.