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Laura:
All right, everybody.

Now, I've written
the word "pen pal"
on the blackboard.

Does anybody know
what it means?

Laura: Willie.
Willie: It's a friend that
lives in a pen like a pig.

[Laughter]

Willie.

I thought
it was funny.

I didn't.

Now, does anyone
know the proper
meaning?

Heather.

It's someone you write to,
and they write back.

Correct.
It's usually someone

that lives far away
that you don't see.

It gives you
a chance to learn

about different people
and different places.

Now, these boxes
on my desk
contain letters

from schoolchildren
in Minneapolis.

One contains letters
from the younger
children,

and one contains some
for the older students.

Now, I thought
it would make your
writing assignment

a little more fun if
you had a new friend
to write to.

Now, I'll check the
papers for punctuation
and spelling.

Laura:
How does that sound?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Good. Carrie,
you pass out the letters
to the younger students.

Heather,
you pass out
the other ones.

Now, you each
pick a letter.

It'll contain
an introduction from
your new pen pal.

Now, these letters
have been graded
by their teacher,

so I expect you to
do your best work.

After all, in a way,
you'll be

representing
walnut grove.

All right,
you may open
your letters now

and read them.

Girl, voice-over:
"Dear new friend,

"my name is Leslie Barton.

"I am 13 years old,

"and I attend Harley school
in Minneapolis."

Charles, what's
a murder of crows?

Oh, it means
a whole bunch--

covey of quail
or a flock of sheep.

Land sakes,

why would somebody
call it a murder?

Probably a farmer
after they ruined
his corn crop.

I'm ready
for bed.

All right,
you sleep tight.

Pa, will you
tell me
a story?

Well, I thought since you were
sleeping up in the loft, you
were too big to hear stories.

No, I'm not,
honestly.

I'm still
little.

All right, I'll tell you
a short one.

Thanks, pa.

Carrie: Don't make it
any shorter than the one
you told baby grace.

Charles: Hey, don't be
telling your pa how long
to make the stories, now.

Just get in bed.

About time you
were getting to
bed, too, son.

Oh, just give me
a little more time,
pa.

I have to finish
this letter.

All right.
Now, what
will it be?

How about
"giant the
bear"?

- What, "giant" again?
- Yeah, I love him.

All right,
"giant" it is.

Once upon a time,

there was a little,
tiny bear named giant.

He was only
one inch tall,

but he was
the strongest bear
in the world.

Carrie: And the
nicest, too.

Ah, that, he is.

And he lived
on my shoulder
under my hair,

where people
couldn't see him
because he was shy.

Who's telling
this story, anyway?

Carrie:
You are.

All right, then.

One morning,
Carrie was sitting
on pa's wagon

waiting for him
to come out and
drive her to school.

Charles:
Giant was just half-awake,

he was sitting on her shoulder
underneath her hair,

when all of a sudden,
along came a Bumblebee

and stung
one of the horses.

Well, boom!
The minute that happened,

the horses
were off and running,

and nobody
was at the reins.

Well, Carrie started yelling,
"pa, help me! Help me, pa!"

But by the time pa
ran out of the house,

it was too late,
and the wagon was
roaring up the road.

Carrie:
What did giant do?

Well, I'm getting
to that part.

Carrie:
Giant heard Carrie
yelling like that.

He peeked out to see
what was going on.

Well, the minute he saw
what was happening,

he knew what he had to do,
and quick as a flash,

he jumped off her shoulder
onto the wagon seat,

and then he jumped off
onto the horse,

and he grabbed that big,
old horse by the ears,

and he started to pull.

Well, that horse didn't know
what was going on,

but he knew darn right well
that something

was going to pull his ears off
if he didn't stop,

so, sure enough,
he slowed down
and came to a stop.

Quick as a wink, giant
jumped off the horse,
onto the wagon seat,

and hopped back up
onto her shoulder

and hid underneath
her hair so her pa
wouldn't see him.

Carrie:
Because Carrie
promised giant

she wouldn't
tell anybody
about him.

Charles:
That's right.

I hope
I'll stay little

so you'll always
tell me a story, pa.

Well, I'll always
tell you a story as long
as you want to hear one,

and as long as
you go to sleep
right after I finish.

Have a good
dream.

You might as well
turn your light out.

You're not going to
get any work done

staring off into
space like that.

Oh, I just thought
of something
to write about.

Give me a few
more minutes, pa.

All right, 10 minutes,
and then you're in bed.

- Okay.
- Good night.

Good night.

Class,
I'm going to finish
reading your letters

over the lunch hour.

We'll discuss them
after.

Laura:
You may go to lunch
for an hour, now.

Albert could you
stay here for
a moment, please?

Could you stand up?

You may sit down.

I was just checking
to see if you'd
grown overnight.

Apparently,
from the first line
in your letter,

you are 6 feet,
1 inch tall.

- I can explain--
- and you're the fastest

and tallest and
most popular boy
in walnut grove.

- If you'll just let me--
- and obviously the bravest,

as only yesterday you saved
your sister's life

by leaping
onto the back
of a runaway horse,

and you practically
tore his ears off

trying to get him
to stop?

Now, will you just
listen for a minute

and stop sounding
like a sister?

Go ahead.

All right.

I mean, this girl
writes to me,

and I can tell
she's real popular.

She even says so.

She's a good student
and a great dancer.

Well, I mean,
what was I supposed
to write to her about,

that I caught
catfish yesterday?

I mean, who wants
to read stuff
that's dull?

How do you know
she'd find it dull?

I think it's dull.

It's got to sound
dull to her.

Albert:
Besides,
who is it hurting?

I mean, it's just like
pa telling us stories

when we were little.

Would you have liked it
if he would've sat
on the edge of your bed

and say, "once upon a time,
I plowed the field all day,

"and I got smelly,
and I bathed in the creek,

"ate my supper,
and went to bed"?

No, but this
isn't a fairy tale.
It's a letter.

And I still say,
who is it hurting?

How's my spelling?

Perfect.

And my punctuation?

Excellent.

I thought that's what
the whole assignment
was about.

Would you like me
to read this out loud

in front
of the whole class?

No. Would you like it
if someone read your mail

and you didn't
want them to?

All right.

Go and have
some lunch.

Photographer:
Oh, that
looks beautiful.

This will only
take a minute now.

There we are.

Photographer:
Now, hold
very still.

All right now.
Smile.

Well, that was fine,
my dear.

We'll have these
pictures for you
tomorrow.

Thank you.

Photographer:
Just take me a minute
to pack this up.

The mail came.
There's a letter for
you from walnut grove.

Let me
see it.

It's from
a boy there.

I didn't write much
that would interest
a boy.

Oh, mother,
he's over
6 feet tall.

How old is he?

He's just my age.

Good heavens,
he must be related
to Paul Bunyan.

I have to answer
the letter right away.

Mrs. Barton:
Your French tutor
is coming in 15 minutes.

Give her a cup of tea.
I shan't be more
than half an hour.

The pictures
will be ready tomorrow,

so I can send one
with the letter.

Well, what's
the young man's name?

Albert. Albert Ingalls,
and he sounds wonderful.

Shall I just
bill you,
Mrs. Barton?

Yes, thank you.

- Good day.
- Good day.

- Mildred.
- Yes, ma'am.

Would you serve
tea and cakes

on the terrace
at 3:00?

Yes, ma'am.
For how many?

Just miss Laroche
and myself.

My daughter is a bit
busy letter-writing,
it seems.

Leslie, voice-over:
"Dear Albert,

"I cannot tell you how thrilled
I was to receive your letter.

"I have never written
to a young gentleman before,

"and, quite honestly,
I felt my first letter

"would be read by a girl
and, therefore, was written

"with a girl in mind.

"I am very pleased that
it did not put you off.

"We have much more
in common than you know.

"I, too, am very tall
and very athletic.

"I captain the basketball
team at our school

"and play lawn tennis
with some of the best."

Captain of the team.

Captain of the team.

Willie!

Can I borrow
your football?

I promised
some of the kids
we'd play.

Well, let me
play, too.

You wouldn't
want to.

It's Timmy and
some of the other
little fellows.

What do you want
to play with them for?

Well, I'm not
really playing,

just sort of
coaching them,
to be nice.

But you said
they're all
a pain.

I know, but
you know what
the good book says--

"be kind to
your fellow man."

I don't think
it meant little kids.

Come on, let me
borrow it.

I'll bring it back
in the morning.

All right,
but don't forget.

I won't.
Thanks, Willie.

- Okay, let's go.
- You promised to play
with us an hour afterwards.

I promise.
I promise.
Now come on.

All righty, boys.

Now, hold
your breath

and don't move.

Everybody
hold still.

That's it, boys.

All right.
Are we going
to play, now?

Yeah, just let me
pay Mr. McGinnis.

All right.

Here's
your 25 cents,
sir.

- Thanks.
- Yeah, thank you, Albert.

Hey, I didn't
know the team
was so small.

Mr. McGinnis: Ain't there any
bigger boys over at school
who want to play?

Um...afraid not.

But they'll surprise you.
They're quick, really.

I'll pick up
my picture tomorrow.

- Yeah, all right.
- Thanks.

Albert: All right,
team, let's get
to practice.

Land sakes, they
better be quick.

If anybody catches them,
they'll get killed.

"Dear Leslie,

"I received your letter
and photograph yesterday,

"and, quite honestly,

"I think you're
the most beautiful girl
I've ever seen.

"I hope you do not
think I'm too forward
in saying that,

"but I feel
I must be honest
with you.

"I'm enclosing the only
photograph of myself
that I have.

"It is our team
photograph.

"I am the captain.

"I'm the tall
fellow in the center

"holding the football."

Carrie:
Albert.

What is it, Carrie?
I'm trying to write a letter.

I can't sleep

because I got
a splinter
in my finger.

Here,
let me see it.

It's right there.

I don't
really see it.

Why don't you
tell ma about it?

Because she uses
a needle

and burns it
over a candle,

and it scares me.

Well, it is sticking out
a little bit.

I'll see
if I can get it.

Here, hold still.

There it is.

You got it, and it
didn't even hurt.

Thanks.

I'll have this light
turned down
in a little bit.

"I hope you can write to me
about your plans
for the future.

"My main interest
is medicine,

"as I intend to be
a doctor someday.

"I had an interesting case
this evening.

"My sister's hand was pierced
by a large piece of wood.

"It was very difficult
and very painful."

Dr. Marx:
Do you feel it now?

Leslie: Yes.
Dr. Marx: Mm-hmm.

Dr. Marx: And now?
Leslie: Yes.

Dr. Marx:
Leslie, I'm going to jab you
a little harder this time.

It may hurt a bit
right here.

That hurt!
That really hurt!

I'm sorry.

There won't
be any more, uh...

Poking at you today.

I seem to be getting
more feeling
each time.

Seems to be.

Nurse, would you ask
Mrs. Barton to come in,
please?

Leslie, you can wait
in my outer office.

Certainly.

Thank you,
doctor.

Leslie:
He really hurt me
this time, mother,

the feeling is
getting stronger.

Mrs. Barton:
That's wonderful, dear.
I'll just be a minute.

[Door closes]

Sit down,
Mrs. Barton.

Mrs. Barton,

it's been over two years
since the accident.

Doctor, there's
the most wonderful
improvement--

Dr. Marx:
No, no, no, please!

This time,
let me finish.

I have allowed you
to keep this--

this hope alive
in your daughter.

Once a month,

for over two years,

we go through
this same ritual.

This--this--

Mrs. Barton,

it is not fair to you,
it's not fair to your daughter,
it's not fair to me.

I'm a doctor.

I can only do what
is medically possible.

I'm just
a human being.

I cannot
perform a miracle.

That's what
your daughter needs.

Dr. Marx:
I beg you.

I beg you to be
honest with her.

Be honest with her
so that--

so that she
can be honest
with herself...

And go on
with her life.

[Sobbing]

We won't be needing
an appointment next month.

Thank you, doctor.

I was beginning
to worry, mother.

It's late.

I lost track
of time.

Were you shopping?

No, I went
to church.

Oh.

I'm almost finished
with my letter.

I think it's
the longest one
I've ever written.

Every time I think
I'm about finished,

I find something
else I want to say.

Have you
written anything
about your accident?

Leslie: No.

Don't you think
you should?

I don't know.

I really haven't
thought about it.

Besides, there's
so many other things
I want to write about.

Like what?

Leslie:
Just things.

Like the things you wrote
in your last letter?

I, uh--

I saw it on your desk.

I know I shouldn't
have looked at it,

but I did.

I wish you hadn't.

I know.

Captain of
the basketball team?

Dancing
in the school ballet?

Well, I did
those things,

- you did.
- And I'll do them again.

I'm getting better
all the time,

- and by the time I see
Dr. Marx--
- no.

You won't be seeing
Dr. Marx next month.

Why not?

Why not, mother?

We've got
to stop pretending,

both of us.

You're not
getting better.

I am.

The feeling,
it was stronger
than ever today.

Mrs. Barton:
You want to feel something,
but you don't.

- I do!
- You don't!

I've known it
from the beginning,

Dr. Marx has known it
from the beginning,

and so have you.

In the name of god,
stop pretending.

There are so many
things you can do

with your life.

So many things.

Mrs. Barton:
But you won't do them

if you keep waiting
for a miracle to happen.

Just live
your life as it is.

Don't keep waiting
for it to be as it was.

"I have begun rehearsals
for "swan lake."

"The dancing is exhausting,
but I'm enjoying it.

"It's a shame
we live so far apart,

"as I would love to have you
see when I perform."

I know it sounds
strange, mother,

but I love Albert.

Leslie:
And I think in a way,
he loves me.

I can be honest with myself
and I will be,

but I can't be honest
with him.

I need him to love me,

even if it only is
pretending.

Do you understand?

Yes.

I'll come to bed soon,
I want to finish my letter.

Your, uh--
[Sniffles]

Aunt Linwood wrote and
asked if we could come

to St. Louis
for the holidays.

I thought
it might be fun
for a few months.

It would be,
I'm sure.

Well, I'll--

I'll call her.

Good night, dear.

"Is not frisk
a fine, grateful fellow?

"And does he not
deserve a share

"of Harry's breakfast,

"whether he begs
for it or not?

"And little Harry will
remember from the events
of this day

"that kindness,
even though shown
to a dog,

"will always
be rewarded,

"and that ill nature
and bad temper

"are connected with
nothing but pain
and disgrace."

That was
very good,
Timmy.

Now, class, I'd like
you all to read silently
for a while.

Albert, I want to
talk to you outside.

I know what
you're going to say,
and I'm sorry.

Well, "sorry" is not
good enough.

Now, you don't like me
to talk to you

like a sister,
so I'm not going to.

I'm talking to you
as a teacher.

You've been daydreaming
in class,

you're late almost
once a week,

and I'm not going to
let you get away with it
because I'm your sister.

I know, and
I'm not asking
for any favors.

If you want
to punish me,
punish me.

I not going
to punish you.

I just want
to know why.

You haven't even been
doing your letter-writing
assignments.

Yes, I have.

Well, then why haven't
you handed them in?

Because
I mailed them.

I can't grade them
until I've looked at them.

I know.

Well, then why haven't
you turned them in?

Because
they're personal.

How personal
can they be?

You haven't
even met the girl.

I love her.

Albert, that's the silliest
thing I've ever heard.

Maybe to you,
but not to me,

so, don't
make fun of me!

You mean that.

Yes, I do.

I don't understand
any more than you do.

It's like that
"Cyrano de Bergerac"

where the girl falls
in love with the letter.

With me,
it's even worse.

I fell in love
with a picture, too.

I don't know why I'm
telling you all this.

How's a teacher
supposed to understand?

Well, I'm your
sister, too,
remember?

Yeah.

All right.

Now, I'm going
to expect a separate
writing assignment

for you to make up
for the letters,

and if you're late
one more time,

I'm just going to
have to send you home.

All right?

All right.

Back inside.

Thanks.

Pass me some more
bread, son.

- Here you go, pa.
- Thank you.

Carrie:
Albert was late
for school today.

You always
have to tell,
don't you?

Carrie:
Well, you were.

Well, you do
plenty of
bad stuff.

Albert: I don't tell on you.
Carrie: I do not.

And I suppose you didn't
keep calling Timmy
a poo-poo today.

Charles:
All right,
that's enough.

Albert:
Well, she's such
a tattletale.

Why were you
late for school?

Oh...

He was reading
a letter, that's why.

Albert:
Will you be quiet?

Carrie, that's enough.
I'm talking to your brother.

Yes, sir.

Right, now,
why were you late?

I was reading a letter,
but I talked to Laura

and everything
is all right.

I hope you're not
taking advantage

because Laura
is your sister.

No, ma'am.
I won't be late again.

See to it
that you're not.

Caroline:
Some more coffee?

No, must get out to the barn,
finish that cabinet.

Promised the Barishes
I'd have it done

before I left
for Minneapolis.

Caroline:
I wish someone else
could go for a change.

I wish I could, too,
but it's expected.

Caroline: I'll keep
the coffee hot.

Thank you, darling.

[Door closes]

When's pa going?

Caroline: Oh, next week.
He'll just be gone
a few days.

I'm finished.
May I be excused?

Yes. Do you
have homework?

Albert:
Yes, ma'am. I just want
to ask pa something.

All right,
then right
to the books?

I'll be right in.

Need any help,
pa?

Hmm? No, son.
Thank you.
I'm almost done.

Bet it sure must be
interesting going
to a grange meeting.

Sometimes.

Sometimes it's
downright dull.

There's a lot
of long-winded
farmers.

I suppose.

I'd sure like
to go sometime,
though.

Maybe you
will someday.

How about next week?

Next week?

You got a few
problems, there.

First, you're in
school, secondly,
you're too young,

and thirdly, it
costs money to go.

Well, school
is no problem.

It'd be
a project.

I'd write a report
to the class.

Kids do it
all the time.

And I must be
old enough.

You say I have
to do the work
of a man,

and I do,
don't I?

That, you do.
You got me, there.

That still leaves thirdly,
and there's nothing
we can do about it.

No, sir.

You best get on
to bed, now.

Yes, sir.

You would take me
if it didn't

cost you anything,
wouldn't you, pa?

You bet
I would, son.

Good night.

Good night.

Conductor: I tell you,
Charles, I don't know
where it's going to end.

More and more
passengers every day.

Charles:
Nothing wrong with
business being good.

Conductor:
I suppose, but I'd rather
be hauling straight freight.

See that,
did you?

What's that?

It's another one
trying to hop a freight.

As if I didn't
have enough troubles

without chasing bums
off my trains.

All right,
I got you.
Come along.

Conductor:
Another young one,
kids from bad homes.

Fathers beat them,
they run off to the city

to try to start over.

I feel sorry
for you, lad,

but railroad policy
says I got to
turn you over

to the station
officer.

Conductor: It's the parents
of the children
who should be punished,

not the young ones.

Harlan, what's going
to happen to the boy?

Oh, they'll keep
him locked up,

try to find
his parents,

if his father's
not lying somewhere

in a gutter
with a jug
in his hand.

Yeah, well,
I doubt that.

I mean, maybe the boy
has got another reason
for going to Minneapolis.

I wanted
to be with my pa.

There, you see?

He left home
without me.

Conductor:
I ask you, Charles,
what kind of a man

would do that
to a son?

I don't know.

Harlan, if I
buy the boy a ticket,

would you
let it pass?

Conductor: Certainly.
Charles: How much?

Well, for a young'un,
half-fare, dollar even.

There you go.

Come along, boy.

May god bless you,
Charles.

- Pa, I can expl--
- not now.

I'm too angry
to talk to you.

And don't
call me pa.

How did you get
to the train station?

On the stagecoach.

Albert, I was
on the stagecoach.

I didn't say in it,
I said on it.

Got on
the back of it.

So, you snuck a ride
on the stage?

Yes, sir.

Pa, I'm sorry, but
I just had to go.

I had to.

Don't tell me
that the grange
means so much to you.

I don't care about
the grange meeting.

Well, then
what is it?

I'm in love.

You're what?

Pa, I've
been writing
to this girl,

and she's been
writing to me.

And I don't know
how it happened,

but I
fell in love.

I mean, I think about her
all the time,

and then I got to feeling
guilty about what I did.

What do you mean,
"what you did"?

Albert:
I lied to her.

In my letters, trying to make
myself look more important
and such,

and now she's
going away.

I just got
to see her.

I have to be
honest with her

and see if she'll
like me just for me.

Couldn't you have just
come to me and told me this?

I was too
embarrassed,
I guess.

I felt funny
telling you I
loved somebody--

a girl, I mean.

Oh.

You ever feel
this way with your pa?

My pa didn't even know
I was in love till he saw me

walking down the aisle
in my wedding clothes.

Albert:
I don't feel
so bad, then.

Well, you should.

Sneaking on the stage,
trying to sneak
on the train.

Couldn't you just
have written her a letter
and told her everything?

Well, I couldn't,
not in a letter.

There's just some things
you have to face up to.

Like they say,
"look them in the eye."

All right, I understand
a little bit better, now.

I don't think it's right,
but I understand it.

Thanks.

First thing we'll do
when we get to Minneapolis
is wire your ma.

She's going to be
worried to death
about you.

I left a note for her
at Nellie's,

said I'd be with you.

I thought you didn't
believe in letters,

thought everything
had to be eye to eye.

Well, I guess
not everything.

Can I call you pa
again?

Yeah.

But not in front
of the conductor.

Well, this is it.

All right,
I'll wait for you
out here.

No more than
15 minutes,
though.

I got to be
in that first
session.

- Yes, sir.
- Good luck.

[Door opens]

Yes?

Oh, Mrs. Barton?

That's correct.

I'm Albert,

Albert Ingalls.

I've been writing
to your daughter.

Oh, yes,
of course.

Well, won't you
come in?

Please,
sit down.

I'm sorry I didn't
recognize you from
your picture.

It's all right.

You were probably
expecting someone
larger.

[Laughs]

No, it's just that,
from your letters--

I mean,
what my daughter
has told me, I--

I know, that's one
of the reasons
why I'm here.

I had to see her
and be honest.

Well, Leslie won't
be back until 4:00.

Oh, well,
I can come back.

I have to go
to the grange meeting
with my pa.

Well, perhaps you
better call first,

just to be sure.

Now, I'll just
jot down the number.

Albert:
I bet she's doing
real well in the ballet.

In the ballet?

Albert:
Yeah, doing
that "swan lake."

We don't get
that kind of dancing
in walnut grove.

I'd sure like to see it
while I'm here.

Well, I think
you better talk to
Leslie about that.

Here you are.

Thank you.

I'll see you
to the door.

As I said,
any time after 4:00.

I'd be much obliged
if you didn't say anything

about me till
I got to see her.

Certainly.

Thank you,
ma'am.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

[Telephone rings]

It'll be
the boy again.

I can't keep
telling him
you're not back yet.

- Tell him I'm asleep.
- Leslie!

Tell him I'm exhausted
from the ballet

and that we're leaving
for St. Louis
early in the morning.

Tell him I'll
write him from there.

[Telephone rings]

In the name of god,
tell him!

Hello.

Yes, Albert.

Oh, I'm
terribly sorry.

Uh, Leslie
is so exhausted
from the ballet,

she came in late
and fell right off
to sleep.

Mrs. Barton:
Yes, I know,

but we're going
to St. Louis
in the morning.

No, no, no,
I--I understand,

but we're leaving
very early.

Well, perhaps
another time.

I know it's a long way.

Mrs. Barton:
But look, Leslie
will write to you

as soon as she
gets to St. Louis.

Of course
I will.

Yes.
Good-bye.

What did he say?

He said to have
a nice trip.

He'll miss you.

I'll finish
packing.

What?
Is she not home yet?

Yeah, she's home.

Her ma said
she was tired
and went to bed.

Oh, well, you'll see
her in the morning.

They're leaving
for St. Louis.

Too early for visitors.

She'll write me.

I'm sorry, son.

Her ma told her
how little I was,
that's what.

She said she wouldn't,
but she did.

I bet they had
a good, old laugh
over it, too.

Oh, come on, now.
You don't know
that.

Oh, pa,
of course I do.

She could have
seen me otherwise.

I came all this way
just to be honest
with her.

Well, I learned
my lesson.

I hate her, now.

Oh, come on.
You don't hate her,
and you know it.

I do, too!

I've got a good mind
to go over there
and tell her so,

so high and mighty,

living in a big house,

dancing in a ballet.

She thinks
she's really
something.

She don't mean
beans to me,
and I hate her.

I know how you feel.

No, you don't.

I wrote things
to her,

oh, not any
made-up things,

but true things
about how I felt
about her,

and she doesn't
even see me.

I mean, what kind of person
just doesn't love you

just because
you're not as tall
as you said you were?

I don't know.

I don't know what
I'm crying about,
anyway.

She's not so much,

her and her ballet.

I bet she would look
funny at a barn dance

hopping around
on her toes.

I bet she would.

Albert:
Bet she can't
even square-dance.

Probably not.

Folks shouldn't
hurt people like that,

and I want
to tell her so.

Can we go over there
in the morning
before the train?

I thought you said
she wouldn't see you.

I'll wait
till she comes out.

It will make me
feel better, pa.

All right.

Thanks.

I'll go wash up, now.

Okay.

Albert, it's
a quarter after.

15 minutes, we're
going to have to go,

or we'll
miss the train.

Yeah.

[Hoofbeats]

That must be
their coach.

Yeah,
here they come.

This won't take
but a minute.

Pa--

pa, that's her.

That's Leslie.

That's why.

That's why she
didn't want to see me.

I'll be right back.

Leslie.

Albert.

Just stopped by
on my way
to the train.

I'm glad I got
to see you, though.

I sure was mad
at you last night.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right.

Taught me
a good lesson.

From now on, I'm
going to be honest
about myself.

Albert:
It taught me
something else, too,

and that's that some
folks love different
from others.

I mean, I'm not
blaming you about
not caring about me

after you found out
I wasn't the big hero
of walnut grove.

It's not your fault you
didn't care enough about
me in the first place,

but I still
love you,

and I would,
no matter what

because that's what
really loving is.

If you still want to write
to me, I'd sure like it.

You don't have to say
you love me if you don't.

Just be honest.

Have a good trip.

I love you,
Leslie Barton.

Albert!

That letter you've
been asking about?

- It came.
- Thank you, Ms. Foster.

Ms. Foster:
You're welcome.

Carrie,
you go ahead.

You better
not be late.

I won't be.
Go on.

Leslie, voice-over:
"My dearest Albert,

"this is the longest letter
I have ever written

"because there are so many
things I must tell you.

"You asked me
to be honest with you,

"and I will be from now on.

"Let me start with...

"I miss you,

"and I love you,
Albert Ingalls."

[Bell ringing]