All language subtitles for Little.House.On.The.Prairie.S03E14.Little.Women.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT_track3_[eng]

Stand and
deliver.

Stand
and what?

What in heaven's
name are you doing,
Willie?

Boy: He's Robin Hood.

Robin Hood?

Yeah, and no one
passes through
Sherwood forest

without paying
tribute--half of
everything you have.

Half of nothing
is nothing.
Get out of the way--

no. Not until
you pay.

Boy: He robs from the rich
and gives to the poor.

He already gave us
a half a stick
of licorice.

Those are
my merry men,

and no one can
beat Robin Hood

and his merry men.

Oh, yeah? Well,
you're forgetting
about Little John,

and I'm going to
beat you just like
Little John

unless you get
out of my way.

Laura, Willie,
stop it.

- Come on, Robin Hood!
- Come on, Robin Hood!

Boy: Come on!
Knock her down!

Boy 2: Get her,
Robin Hood, get her!

Go! Go! Go! Go!
Come on, Robin Hood!

Get her,
Robin Hood! Get her!

[Children yelling]

Child: Kill him!

Willie!

Willie!
Oh, for heaven's--
Willie!

Stop it!
Stop it! I'm
ashamed of you.

Oh, and I
should say
you should be.

Laura Ingalls!
Always picking
on my Willie.

It wasn't
her fault.

Oh, no.

Yeah. He said
he was Robin Hood.

Well,
so what?

And he wouldn't
let us through
unless we paid him.

Well, it's
just a game.

I don't think
there's been
much damage.

[Gasps]

Harriet: Well,
it may not seem
like much to you,

but this
happens to have been
my very best hat.

Willie.

Willie: Everyone
knows Robin Hood
has to have a feather.

Oh, well, I'll
feather you,
young man!

Willie, you
come along with me.

But Robin Hood
has to have
a feather.

Harriet: I don't care!
I will feather you
when I get you home.

You get in the house.

Go on. Get in there.

Hurry up. Hurry up.

[Children
all talking at once]

Miss Beadle:
Children, sit down.

There is no excuse
for what happened
outside just now.

I will not
tolerate fighting
among my students.

It was Laura's
fault. She wouldn't
play right.

Well, nobody
likes being
held up.

Well, Robin
hood can't give
anything away

until he gets
something.

Well, you're not
Robin Hood!

Well, you're
poor, so there!

Well, you're
dumb, so there!

Willie and Laura,
go stand in the
corner now!

It's my corner.

[Children laughing]

Laura, stand
in the other
corner.

If there are
any further
outbursts,

I have two
corners left.

Now, while I appreciate
your enthusiasm

over the books and stories
you've read in class,

you must understand
that it's not safe

when you let
your playacting
get out of hand.

Willie,
turn around.

Now, it'd be
much better

if you would
choose your parts
ahead of time.

That way, no one
gets hurt, and
no one gets angry.

Yes, Mary.

Could we get together
and do a play on some
of the books we've read?

Well, I hadn't
thought of it,

but if the class
would like to do it,

I think it might be
very educational,
as well as a lot of fun.

Would you like
to do that?

Children: Yes.

Well, good.

Now, each of you
decide the group
you want to be in,

and together you can
select the material
you'd like to do.

Yes.

May I invite
my mother to watch?

She knows everything
about acting.

Yes, Nellie.
I'm sure she does.

Why don't we make this
a special occasion?

We can put the plays on
for all the parents.

Can I do Robin Hood?

Willie, face
the corner.

You guys all ready
to do Robin Hood?

You heard Miss Beadle.
We'd all wind up
in the corner.

Well, we've got
to find some kind
of play to do.

You got
any more
licorice?

No. I gave it
to you all
this morning.

See you later,
Willie.

Nobody'll let me
be in their play.

Well, you can't
be in mine.

What's your
story about?

I don't know yet,
but you can't
be in it.

Maybe we could
do "snow white
and Rose red."

We don't have
anybody to play
the prince.

She's right,
Laura.

Ginny, do you
have a favorite?

It doesn't
matter to me.

Well, whatever
it is,

it has to be
something with
all girls.

"Little women"
has lots of girls.

Hey, that's
right, and it's
a good story.

"Little women"
is my favorite.

I already know
most of it
by heart.

That's nice, Nellie.
Now all we have to do
is pick out a scene.

I know just the scene.
I know just the scene
we ought to do.

I'll play Meg.
She's the smartest.

Nellie.

I don't think
I want to be
in this play.

Alicia may be right.
"Little women" may not be
such a good idea after all.

It's perfect.
Perfect!

It's just perfect.
We have just
the right number

to play Meg
and Beth and Jo
and Marmee,

and my mother will let us
practice at my house.

Oh, could we?

Everyone says
your parlor's

the prettiest
in hero township.

Well, you'll have to wipe
your feet and be careful
not to touch anything.

I don't know,
Nellie...

Say yes,
Mary, please?

I'd just
love to see
Nellie's parlor.

I'll show you
my dolls, too.

I have one
that's imported
from Paris, France.

Yes, Mary.
Please.

All right.

I guess "little women"
is as good as anything.

Good. I'll have my mother
write it all up tonight

with just how we're supposed
to say everything.

[Bell ringing]

If Nellie's going
to be in our play,

we should have done
"Hansel and Gretel."

Why?

Then she could be
the witch who gets
cooked in the oven.

[Laughs]

En garde.

Come on, you
coward, fight.

Come on.
Come on, you coward!

En garde, fight!
Fight, come on.

Come on, you
coward, en garde!

Come on...Come on!

[Barking]

Miss Beadle,
help!

Miss Beadle!

Miss Beadle,
help!

[Dog whimpering]

Shoo! Shoo
shoo shoo!

Ginny: Can't
wait to tell ma
about the play.

Do you think your
folks will come?

- Probably.
- I'm sure they will.

Ma's going
to be so excited

when she hears
I'm invited
to the Olesons'.

Is it really
as pretty as
they say it is?

It's all right,
I guess.

It is really
pretty.

I can't wait
until after
school tomorrow.

Bye. See you
in the morning.

- Bye, Ginny.
- Bye, Ginny!

Laura: I still don't see
why you had to let
Nellie in our group.

Mary: You saw the look
on Ginny's face.

It meant so much to her,

getting to go
to Nellie's and all.

That's like wanting
to go to hell
instead of heaven.

Laura Ingalls!

Well, like
pa said,

it's got to be
there for somebody.

Hello, Mr. Mayfield!

Hey, there,
little'un.

Hi!

Bet you can't
guess what I
run onto today.

- You went rabbit hunting.
- Nah.

Not rabbit
hunting today.

I found me a real
honey-bee tree,

and I thought
to myself,

"who is it
that likes honey

better than
bears and bees?"

Me!

That's what I thought
to myself, so...

Ha ha!

I got one for you
and one for your ma
to put back.

Come on in the house.
My ma will want
to thank you.

Kind of think
I'll wait out here.

All right,
but you wait,
though, for sure.

For sure.

Mama, look--

tell Mr. Mayfield
we're most grateful,

but he really didn't
need to bother.

It's honey, mama.

I know what it is.
Go tell him.

He's waiting
for a thank you.

Honey, he brought it
for you. Go thank him.

But he brought
it for us.

Thank him.

All right, mama.

Mr. Mayfield.

My ma says
to thank you.

You tell her I said
you're welcome.

I notice your woodpile's
getting kind of low.

You tell your ma
I'd be proud to come by
and do some chopping.

Mother: Tell him "no."

Be seeing you.

Mr. Mayfield.

I understand.

Bye, Mr. Mayfield.

Hyah! Get up!

I think Mr.
Mayfield's
awful nice.

Wish I'd remembered
to tell him I was
going to be in a play.

Play? What play
is that?

At school.
"Little women."

Laura and Mary and me
and Nellie Oleson,

and we get to practice
at her house.

Doesn't sound
like school
studies to me.

It's not, exactly.

Miss Beadle calls it
an entertainment.

All the parents
are invited to come.

Sounds like taking
people's good time
away from work.

Mama, I want you to come.
Say yes. Oh, please.

Oh, Ginny,
don't pester me.

Aw, Ginny,
since your pa died,

takes every
moment I got

just to keep
body and soul
together.

But, ma,
it's only
one morning,

and all the parents
will be there.

All the more reason
for me to keep
to my home.

Besides, I don't
have a dress
fit to wear.

Please, ma,
just this once.

Oh, Ginny,
don't argue with me.

Now, you've got
your chores to do.
Go do them.

Well, there's
no question
about it.

We'll just have
to plan on closing
the store

on Friday morning.
That's all.

Willie,
use your fork.

Yes, sir.

Seems kind of
expensive to me,
Harriet.

Well, after all,
don't you want to see

your daughter's debut
as an actress,

not to mention mine
as the playwright?

You're going
to write it?

Mm-hmm.

Mother's the only person
in walnut grove who's
been to a real play.

Nels: Yes,
I'm sure she is.

It still sounds
like a lot of to-do
about nothing to me.

Well, after all,
Willie needs a part,

so I can write
something in it
for him.

I'm not going to be
a little woman.

Harriet: Oh,
don't be silly.

Well, this is one time
I tend to agree
with Willie.

You ought to do
something more
appropriate for a boy,

like this new
Mark twain book,
"Tom Sawyer."

None of the boys
will do anything
with Willie.

They would if I didn't
run out of licorice.

Willie, I've told you,
you can't buy friends.

I wasn't.
I was just trying
to rent them.

Oh, Willie.

I've got a copy
of "Tom Sawyer"
upstairs.

You read it.
You'll find
something in it.

A whole book?
That could
take a year!

Not if you
work at it, dear.

After all,
there's no sacrifice

too great
for one's art,

and besides,
you have to give to get.

I don't
know nothing
about sacrifice,

but I'm going
to have to give

a whole lot
of licorice.

Willie:
Ah, come on, fellas.

My pa says "Tom Sawyer"
is the best book
he ever read.

He even
marked some
pages in it.

I guess you
want to be
Tom Sawyer.

Yeah,
but it's my
pa's book.

Why don't you
get him to do
a play with you?

I can't
do that,

but ma says
whoever's in
the play

can have a licorice stick
and some sarsaparilla
after we do it.

Sure are asking
a lot for a little
licorice and sarsaparilla.

I might be able
to get some marbles.

Wait a minute.
Your pa's got
chewing tobacco

in that store
of his, ain't he?

- I guess.
- And some cigars?

Yeah, but he won't
let me use them.

Forget the
other stuff.

You get us a chaw,
some cigars,

and we'll do
that "Tom Sawyer"
for you.

Yeah, but you got
to get the stuff
before the play,

and you can't
tell nobody.

Okay, but you got
to do as I say.

Just so long as you
keep your bargain.

Let's have a look
at that book.

Hello,
Mr. Mayfield.

- Hi, Mr. Edwards.
- Hi, pa.

How you doing? Are
you girls rehearsing
your play today?

We haven't even
gotten our parts yet.

Yeah. We have to meet
with Mrs. Oleson
after school.

Oh, that sounds like
a barrel of laughs.

I didn't know
you girls were
doing a play.

- "Little women."
- "Little women"?

Oh, yeah. I seen one
of them in a show
in St. Louis.

Little
bitty devil,
about that tall.

[Laughter]

No. This is
different.

It's a book.
[Giggles]

It's different.

Sure would like it
if you could come,
Mr. Mayfield.

I'd be proud to.
I don't suppose your
ma's going to be there.

I don't think
so. She's got
a lot to do.

Yeah. I reckon.
Don't you worry.
I'll be there.

[Bell ringing]

Hey, come on.
We have to hurry.

- Bye!
- Bye, Mr. Mayfield.

Bye-bye! See
you at supper!

That little'un's
a lovely child.

Spitting image
of her ma.

Those two are going
to make some man
a fine family.

You hear that,
Charles?

I do believe that's
the first time

I ever heard a lovesick
coyote in the daylight.

Had kind of
that ring to it,
Harold.

You been calling
on the widow Clark,
have you?

Uh, not so
you'd notice.

She just don't
cotton to me,
I guess.

I tried everything.

Isaiah: Well, you know
what you ought to do?

What you ought to do
is you got to let her know

how you feel, you see?

Then you tell her
how it's going to be.

I mean, there ain't
a woman nowhere that don't
appreciate a firm hand.

Well, you--
you take grace.

Now I--I mean,
she'd still be pining
her nights away alone

if I hadn't
spoke up.

Yes, sir. I mean,
I told her how
it was going to be.

I told her what
was going to happen--

morning, grace.
Isaiah was just
talking about you.

We'll leave
you two alone.

[Choking]

Uh, uh, grace, we...

There.

Now, uh, Mary,

you will be Marmee,
the mother.

I thought it was a very
nice part for you, dear.

- Thank you.
- And, Laura, you be Beth.

And, uh, Ginny,

I thought you would
make an excellent Jo.

[Chuckles]
Yes.

Nellie, dear.

Nellie is
going to be Meg.

I tried to tailor
all the parts
for each of you.

Now, girls,
if you'll just take
those home with you

and memorize
the lines

so you'll know them for
tomorrow's rehearsal.

That won't
take long.

Yes, ma'am.
We will.

Nellie: Oh, and don't
any of you be late tomorrow.

The man's going to be
here right after school
with my wig.

A wig?

You're getting
a wig, Nellie?

Yes, and a
pretty one, too.

He's going to fit
it on me and everything.

What do you
need a wig for?

Well, Laura,

all fine actresses
nowadays wear wigs,

and it is
Nellie's debut.

[Chuckles]

Can't wait
to see it.

I can't either.

Come on, Laura.

Harriet: Oh, girls,

now, don't forget,
study hard.

Yes, ma'am.
We will.

There you are,
Mr. Oleson.

Thank you--

I do hope I see you Friday
at the school entertainment.

Oh, yes, I'll be there.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

Willie! What
are you doing?

I need a saw.

What for?

The play,
"Tom Sawyer."

All the boys are
getting ready
to practice.

Oh, you got some
boys to do the play
with you, huh?

Yeah, even some
of the big boys
want to play now.

Is that so?

Well, this ought
to do fine.

Do you need a
hammer and nails?

- No, just a saw.
- Well, don't lose it.

I won't!

So the big boys, huh?

Laura: I knew
we shouldn't have done
this play with Nellie.

Mary: Well,
it's too late now.

I suppose.

Besides, this way,
you don't have to memorize
too many lines.

I already know them.

"Oh, yes,"
and "oh, my."

That's it!

See what I mean?
You know them already.

Yeah.

Laura: Think I'll add
one more line.

Mary: What?

Laura: "Shut up, Nellie."

[Laughing]

- Hello, girls.
- Hi, ma.

How was
school today?

All right.
We got our parts
for the play.

Caroline: You don't
sound very excited.

There's not much
to be excited about.

Nellie got
all the lines.

Ah, it can't
be that bad.

Wait till
you read it.

All I have to say
is two yeses,

"that's right," and
"let Meg tell you."

Guess who plays Meg.

[Sighs]

Well, I'm sure
Mrs. Oleson did her best.

For Nellie,
she sure did.

Mary: Ginny went in
and I wouldn't even be
in Mrs. Oleson's old play.

Oh, does Ginny
have a better part?

No, just that she's
excited about doing it

with the parents
coming and all.

Well, it'll be
over on Friday.

That's not too
much to endure.

I guess...

Ma, if this is
what play-acting
is like,

I'm never going
to go on stage.

Ha ha!

"Tom surveyed
his last touch

"with the eye
of the artist.

"Then he gave
his brush

another
gentle sweep..."

Nels: Doing
a nice job, boys.

"...results
as before."

Thanks, pa.

"Ben reached up
alongside of him.

"Tom's mouth watered
for the apple,

"but he stuck
to his work.

Hello, old chap."

Willie!

Yes, pa?

Nothing.

Willie: "Tom surveyed
his last touch

"with the eye
of the artist.

"Then he gave
his brush

another
gentle sweep."

If those there flowers
are for Ginny,

she's already
left for school.

I didn't pick them
for Ginny. I...

I picked them for you.

Whatever for?

A man comes to call,
it only seems right.

I don't remember
ever saying anything

to give you the idea
I was receiving
gentleman callers.

No, ma'am, you didn't,

but I just figured
if I didn't get it out
pretty soon,

I just wouldn't
say it at all.

- Mr. Mayfield--
- just--please.

It's hard for me to--
to say what's on my mind.

I mean, you being
such a handsome woman, I...

You know how I feel
about the little'un.

I want you
to know that...

I feel as strong
about you.

What I'm trying
to say is...

It would do me proud

if you would join me,
accompany me t--

with Ginny, to see
her doings at the school.

I couldn't do that.

But why?

Because
I won't be going.

There's plenty
to do around here.

The little'un
will be heartbroke.

Well,

she's just going
to have to learn to live
with disappointment.

I have.

Your man has been gone
for more than two years now,

and mourning 10 more
won't bring him back.

Given my choice,

I wouldn't
be mourning.

I'd have
gone with him.

He wouldn't
have wanted that

any more than my woman
would have wanted me
to follow her 5 years ago,

and he sure wouldn't
want you hiding
yourself out here--

good day,
Mr. Mayfield.

Ah, can I--please.
I--listen, I came
out to talk--

good day, Mr. Mayfield.
Now, would you please go?

There we are,
my dear.

Looks as though
you grew it yourself,

if I do say so.

- A veritable Cleopatra.
- Oh.

Here. Have a look
for yourself.

It's awful
long.

Well,
it's supposed
to be, dear.

Uh, isn't it,
Mr. Mason?

Oh, yes.
Gives it body.

After all, this is
the finest hair. Ha ha.

Wouldn't want
to waste it on
a skimpy wig.

Harriet: No. I'm sure.

I want it curled,
like my hair.

Harriet: Yes. Yes,
she must have curls.

That's a lot of hair
to be curling.

I want curls.

Man: Well, I can do that,
of course, but there
will be an extra charge.

It takes most
of the evening.

Oh. Oh, well, how much
will it be for the curls?

Let's see.

13, 19. Carry the 2.

All told,
it comes to $27.

$27?

Well,
for goodness' sakes,

all I wanted
was a little wig
for a play.

Mother,
I want this one.

Mrs. Oleson, I paid $13
for the hair alone.

You paid
somebody $13,

just to let you
cut their hair?

Man: True, and the price
is going up all the time.

After all,
our pa says

hair is a woman's
crowning glory.

Ah, that it is.

That's why
a fine wig

is worth its
weight in gold.

Ah, yes, well,

now, we'll take it,
but it must be curled.

Oh, I have
the curling iron
in the wagon.

It'll be ready
by morning.

Harriet: All right.
Thank you, Mr. Mason.

Thank you,
Mrs. Oleson.

Harriet: All right,
girls, come along.

Let's begin our rehearsal.

Does everybody
know her lines?

Nellie: I studied mine
this morning.

Now, uh,
Mary,

you stand
right there,

and, Laura,

you stand
right back there.

Darling,
get down here.

Ginny.

Ginny,
come, darling.

You stand right here
in back of Nellie,

just right
down there

in the middle
of the stage
down front.

Yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, that's just
exactly how I
pictured it. Ha!

[Sobbing]

Carrie?

What's the
matter, honey?

I want to be
in the play with
Mary and Laura.

Oh, well, you will be
when you get bigger.

Everybody always
says that.

What if I don't
get bigger?

Charles: But you will.

I hope so.

Hey, I tell you what.

You know,
it's just as much fun

to go see a play
as it is to be in one.

You mean I can go?

Well, sure you can.

I'm going
to go tell ma.

All right.

Ma! Ma! I'm
going to go--

[barking]

I'll tell
you later!

Ginny: The play's
going to be fun.

Mary: Yeah. It sure is.

Sure am glad
that play's
tomorrow.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
have anything
else to say.

She took out one
of my yeses and
my "that's right."

Well, stop
complaining. It'll
all be over soon.

That's what
Dr. Baker said when
he pulled my tooth.

It still hurt.

I like the play.

I just wish
my ma was coming.

She's not
going to be there?

Mm-mmm.

Well, did she
tell you why?

She gave lots
of reasons.

Mary: Mothers do that
when they don't
want you to argue.

The problem
is finding out
the real reason.

Our pa is good
at that. Then he
argues real sweetly.

Always gets
around ma that way.

Does it really work?

Mary:
Works for pa.

I forgot something.
I have to go back.

Do you want us
to wait?

No. Go on.
I'll get home
all right.

Mrs. Clark:
Ginny?

Mama?

About time
you were
getting home.

All this
play-acting

doesn't get
your chores
done.

Well, get
your chores--
what is this?

It's for
you, mom.

Well, what
is it?

A present.
Open it.

Oh...oh, where
did you ever get
this dress?

You said you'd come
to the play if you had
a decent dress to wear,

and this was
the prettiest
Mr. Oleson had.

But where did you
get the money for it?

It's a secret.

Ginny.

It was that Mr. Mayfield,
wasn't it?

Well, you can just
take this dress back
to Mr. Oleson,

and you can take
that money back
to Mr. Mayfield.

It wasn't
Mr. Mayfield--

now, don't you
lie to me.

You had no money.

But I did.

Now, not
another word.

Now, you will
go to your room
without your supper,

and first thing
in the morning, you'll take
this back where it belongs,

and you can tell
that Mr. Mayfield

that we don't
appreciate his tricks.

Now, go do
as you're told.

Caroline!

Hi, darling.

Hi.

I thought you
just scrubbed
this floor.

I just wanted
to wet-mop it,
but I can't find the mop.

Laura!

Laura: Yes, ma?

Have you seen
the mop?

Laura: The mop?

Yes, the mop.

Laura: The new mop?

Yes,
the new mop.

Laura: Well, I...

- Laura.
- Yes, sir?

Would you come
to the stairs,
please, dear?

Laura: Right now?

Right now.

Ha ha!

Well, I can see that
you found the mop.

Now, why do you
have it on your head?

Well...

Nellie gets to wear
a wig in the play.

I was just seeing
how it looks.

Well, you look more
like Medusa than
you do like Beth.

Who's Medusa?

Charles: Never mind
who Medusa is.

Just get the mop
off your head

and back on the mop
handle where it belongs,
all right?

Yes, sir.

Gee whiz.

Nellie's got
all the lines.

And now she's got
all the hair.

Hey, there,
little'un.

You like a lift
into town?

I ain't
going to town.

Well, for someone
who's not heading anywhere,
you're up awful early.

Most folks
ain't even had
their breakfast yet.

I wasn't hungry.

Well, now,
that is awful
serious.

Of course,
I heard actor people

that don't eat much
before they do a show.

I'm not going to be
in the show.

Well, why not,
little'un?

Because mama's
not going to come.

I begged her,
Mr. Mayfield.

She just
doesn't care.

Your mama's hard
to understand
sometimes,

but she does
care for you.

No, she doesn't.
I even bought her
a dress.

She told me
to take it back.

Is that what's
in this package?

She wouldn't believe
me. She thought
it was from you.

She--she
wouldn't take it.

That's all right.
That's all right.

It's all right.
Just stop crying now.

Look, I'll take
this package,

and I got a feeling
your mama's going
to change her mind. Hmm?

But she said
that she--

listen, it doesn't matter
what people say.

They say a lot of things
they don't mean.

Why don't you take
the long way to school?

Go down by the creek.
Wash those tears away.

We can't have the
prettiest gal in school

all teary-eyed,
now, can we?

You really think
I'm pretty?

I sure do,
and I'd be
surely disappointed

if I didn't see you
in that play today.

I'll take care
of this.

My promise--your mama's
going to be at that play.

Now, you do what I say.

Hyah! Hyah!

[Knock on door]

Mr. Mayfield, I thought
I said everything
I had to say.

Not this time,
Mrs. Clark.

This has nothing
to do with me.

It has to do
with your daughter.

Well, I don't see where Ginny
is any concern of yours.

Did you speak with her
this morning?

No. She was gone
before I came back
from doing the milking.

I thought so.

You know she bought
this dress for you?

Yes, and I know
where she got
the money, too, Mr.--

well, you know
a lot more than
I know, Mrs. Clark.

All I know is I
found a little girl
crying this morning

on what should be
the biggest day
of her life,

all because
her mother can't
tell the difference

between what's
pity for herself

and what's selfish
to her own daughter.

Mr. Mayfield, are you
telling me that--

yes. If you decide
to do what's right
and put on this dress,

I'll be waiting
with the wagon...

Because I, for one,
want to see
Ginny's play.

Willie, what
do you think
you're doing?

Just getting
some stuff for
the play, pa.

You don't need
any of that
for "Tom Sawyer."

But I promised.
Ma said I could.

Well, you do
as I say. Get on
over to the school.

- But--
- do as I say.

Harriet: Nellie,
come along, darling.

We're going to be late.

Nellie: I'm not going.

Oh.
[Chuckles]

Oh, Nels, you just
go along without us.

She's got
stage fright.

I've never heard of
an actress yet who didn't
have some temperament.

What's her excuse
the rest of the time?

Nellie!

Ahh.

Nellie, open
the door, dear.

Nellie: I'm not going,
and I'm not going
to wear this old wig.

Oh, yes,
you are, dear.

Mother's already
paid for it.

Nellie: I'm not
going to do it.

Yes, you are,
Nellie Oleson.

Now, you open
the door
this instant,

or I am going to get
your father's strop.

Well, you're
the one who wanted
to wear curls.

Why'd you listen to me?
I'm only a child.

I'll child you.

You get down
those steps.

[Chatting]

How you doing?

What do you
mean you don't
have the cigars?

My pa wouldn't
let me have them.

If you hadn't promised,
we wouldn't have been
in your old play.

It's not my fault.

That was just a
story. You never
meant to get them.

- Did so.
- You did not.

- Did so.
- Did not.

Did so.

Did not.

[Adults chatting]

Boy: Willie,
a promise is a promise.

Not here
yet?

Mm-mmm.

Don't worry.

If Mr. Mayfield
said she'd be here,
she'll get here.

I hope so, and I hope
I remember my lines.

You wouldn't have
anything to worry about
if you had my part.

Nellie: Well, I'm ready.
Are you?

Gee, Nellie.
That's some wig.
[Whistles]

I like it.
My mother says
it's very pretty.

She would.

Most of the parents
are already here.

[Sighs]
Is everyone ready?

All: Yes, ma'am.

Willie,
you're first.

Now, everyone,
do your best.

Good morning.

I'm glad so many
of you could make
it this morning.

The children
have worked very hard
on their presentations,

and since we
have 5 of them,

I guess we best
get started.

The first one
is one I'm sure

you've all enjoyed--
"Tom Sawyer."

Willie.

Willie, it's time.

[Gasps]

[Audience laughing]

Harriet: Oh, Willie!

What on earth happened?

It wasn't
my fault.

It wouldn't
have happened

if you'd have
given me the cigars
like you said.

[Laughter]

Good heavens.
What a mess.

For our--
our next
presentation,

one of my
favorite stories:

"Little women."

Starring Nellie Oleson
as Meg...

Ha ha ha!

Mary Ingalls as Marmee,
the mother...

Laura Ingalls
as Beth...

Yay!

And Ginny Clark
as Jo.

Ahem.

"Little women,"
written by my mother.

Mother Marmee
has just received word

that her husband
has fallen sick
in Washington,

and she has to make
the trip to see him.

I'm Meg, and I've
just saved the day

by arranging for
Mr. Brooks to take her.

Now Marmee and I sit
sewing in the parlor.

I do so love sewing.
Don't you, Marmee?

Mary: Yes, Meg.

Nellie: I do hope
Beth comes soon
with the tea.

Is it nice
and hot?

Yes.

I do so love tea.
Don't you, Marmee?

Yes, Meg.

Nellie: Oh,
here comes Jo.

I wonder what
she could have
been up to.

What's this?

Let Meg
tell you.

Nellie: A roll of bills,
$25, her contribution

towards making
father comfortable
and bringing him home.

Oh?

How ever could you
have gotten it?

I hope you didn't
beg, borrow,
or steal it.

Let me see.
How ever could you
have done it?

Oh, you cut
your hair.

Oh, Ginny,
you really did
cut your hair.

Why, Ginny?

It's only hair.
It'll grow back.

You're not supposed
to say that.

Ginny, you didn't really
have to cut your hair,

not for a silly
old play.

I didn't do it
for the play.

Mary: Then why'd
you cut it?

I just wanted to.

That's not true.

You know it's not.

Nellie: You're
ruining the play!

Be quiet,
Nellie!

You can tell
us, Ginny.

I sold it to Mr. Mason.

Mary: Why?

Why, Ginny?

Why?

So I could buy
a new dress...

For my mother

so she could
come here today.

Oh, I love you.

I'm so sorry.

When am I going
to get to say my line?

Be quiet, Nellie.
The play is over.

[Applause]

Did you like the play,
Mr. Mayfield?

Thought you were
great, little'un.

Do you mind about
my short hair?

Nah. That makes you
the prettiest.

Oh, I think
so, too.

Let's go.

How do
you feel?

Are you sure
you never want to go
on the stage again?

It's all right, I guess,
but never again with
Nellie Oleson.

Was that Nellie?
I couldn't tell
under all that hair.

Ha ha ha!

How about
you, Mary?

Play-acting's
all right, I guess,

but when it
turns out right,

real life's
a whole lot
better.

I agree with you
there, sweetheart.
There's no doubt about it.

Come on.
Let's go home.