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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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Miss beadle, help!

Miss beadle!

Miss beadle, help!

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.

No. This is different.

It's a book.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

- 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.

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.

18, 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 $18 for the hair alone.

You paid somebody $18,

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!

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...

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

She would.

Most of the parents are already here.

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.

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.

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.

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.