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♪ Way back when in 1863

♪ Now part of the American Lore

♪ A young family must leave their home

♪ Because of the Civil War

♪ Livin' their lives in a brand new town

♪ Doin' the best they can

♪ Four little women are on their own

♪ Lookin' to make their stand

♪ Fortunes of war can change the way

♪ We imagine our lives will be

♪ The March family are on their way

♪ Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy

No I can't, I have to go home.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Sometimes it seems like

I'll never be able to play
with my friends again.

I guess I should be glad
because Marmee's home,

and Beth isn't as sick as she was.

I miss playing with Beth.

I want to go home, but Marmee says

it's better to stay Aunt March's

so I won't catch Beth's fever.

Hey there, watch out.

Why do kids play in
the middle of the road?

Huh?

Little girl, are you alright?

I believe I am.

Well, hello there.

You're Amy March, aren't you?

Uh-huh.

There.

Thank you.

Amy, you should be
a little more careful.

You could have been badly hurt, you know.

I'm alright, that buggy
missed by a country mile.

What?

But I saw it almost hit you.

Nah.

I was walking by the
same time that you were.

He barely missed.

It's okay.

Huh? Oh.

I'd better walk home with you, alright?

Beth is still sick, I can't go home.

What, still sick?

But I've heard that Beth was a lot better.

Beth was out of danger.

I mean, the worst part
of her fever was over,

but Marmee said she
still had to stay in bed,

just to be safe.

Where is Amy?

Aunt March's.

I dreamed I saw Amy, Marmee.

You miss her, and she misses you.

Does she still have
to stay with Aunt March?

Mm-hm. Doctor Banks feels
it's better if Amy's not here.

He told me that if Amy caught the fever

as badly as you, Beth,
the recovery process

would be much harder, dear.

I don't want little Amy to get sick,

but I still miss her.

She wants to
be here with you, too.

I really get so tired.

Oh, shall I leave you alone?

No, I really like you being here.

I feel better that way.

Then I shall stay right here.

Beth, if you would like me
to, I could read you a story.

That always makes you feel better.

You know what the worst thing is?

I really miss playing my piano a lot.

I know.

Listen, Beth, you'll be
playing piano again very soon.

I need some water.

Very well, I'll get some for you.

I shall be right back, Beth.

Okay.

That's all there is?

That's all, Miss.

It's posted from John Brooke.

To who?

Meg.

Yes?

Is that my letter from
John, by any chance?

It's from John, but it's not for you.

Don't be silly, it's for me.

John always writes to me.

Let me see.

Well.

Good.

Hey, don't open it.

It's for Marmee, not you.

What?

Yes, read the address for yourself.

"To Mary March."

I wonder if John addressed
the letter to Marmee this time

because he had to tell her
some bad news about Father

that he didn't want you to find out about.

John wouldn't keep any secrets from me.

I'm sure of it.

Maybe something awful has
happened to Father, Meg.

That's what it is.

It must be.

He would have sent us a telegram.

You're right.

It must be something good.

Why didn't he mail it to me, I wonder?

It's really not important

who the letter's mailed to is it?

If we take it upstairs to Marmee,

she's bound to read it to us.

Yes, come, let's hurry.

Marmee?

Yes?

What is it?

It's about a letter that's just arrived.

It's from John.

It's the one I'm waiting for.

We were wondering why

Mr. Brooke didn't send his
letter to Meg this time.

Maybe because I asked him.

You see, Meg?

There was nothing to worry about.

Beth seems to be getting much better.

Her color's coming back.

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.

He says Father's almost recovered.

It seems because Father's typhoid

wasn't as bad as we thought before,

he'll be coming home much earlier.

Yay!

Wonderful!

Please Jo, Beth's asleep,

and we really mustn't wake her up.

Oh, oops.

Oh, that's alright.

I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

I heard everything.

I'm sorry I woke you up, Beth.

It doesn't matter.

I'm happy I was awake.

I knew he'd get better.

We'll write to him.

Beth and I will write Father a letter.

Mm-hm.

I'll buy some new
paper and a new pen set

for us to write with.

Yeah, that's perfect, some
pretty pink stationary

with flower patterns all around the edges.

Alright, Beth?

Tomorrow?

Mm-hm.

Would that be alright?

I mean, can we afford
that kind of expense?

I know we shouldn't spend
that kind of money on paper,

but I thought maybe we
could, just this one time.

Maybe this once.

Why don't you stop by
Aunt March's and tell Amy

the good news about Father.

Alright.

I'll stop by the King's house.

I haven't seen Sallie in a long time,

and she's been waiting
for news about Father.

Alright.

I think the two of you
have been cooped up at home

for too much time.

I was wondering.

Yes, Jo?

Well, it's just that
ever since Marmee left him,

Father's been alone in that hospital

with just John looking after him.

That's probably because long before John

taught folks about mathematics,
he was a medical student.

He would have made a good doctor, I bet.

Anyway, Mr. Laurence sent him

because Marmee was needed here.

Come on, Meg.

Please be serious.

But I am.

John told me that he worked
as a nurse before he left.

I believe him, because he
doesn't have any reason

to lie about it.

I'm not talking about that.

Huh?

I'm sure he was a nurse.

It's all about you.

He went back there to help
out Father to impress you.

Oh, but how come?

I believe he's fallen for you.

That's positively absurd.

Not really, Meg.

Before John left, Lorie told me

he spoke incessantly about your virtues.

He was always asking Lorie about you.

It makes perfect sense for him

to drop everything for
Father to impress you.

Not at all.

Anyone knows that John is not the type

to try to gain affection by game-playing.

Oh Meg, don't get defensive.

I am not being defensive,

but you shouldn't be
spreading rumors like that.

You're right.

It's just that I wouldn't want
you to marry him, that's all.

Huh?

I only meant,

well I only meant that if
you're going to get married

then I would hope that it would be

to someone who is wealthy.

How very considerate.

Huh? Listen Meg, it's just that

he wouldn't be a good husband for you.

You'd be a lot better off with someone

who could take care of you properly.

Well, I see.

Maybe you already have
somebody else in mind.

Perhaps somebody with a
bit more money in the bank.

As a matter of fact, there
is someone who'd be perfect.

May I be apprised of his identity?

Yes, Lorie Laurence.

Meg, please don't laugh.

I'm serious.

I'm not laughing at you, Jo,

but getting married to
him really sounds funny.

But it's not supposed to.

Oh come, he's much too young for me.

I know, why don't you
and Lorie get married?

Well?

I'm not going to marry anyone.

Why not?

Well, as a writer, I have
to travel around the world

to experience everything in life.

When you're married, you
can't do things like travel.

Huh?

Jo, Meg, wait for me.

Huh?

Uh-oh, here comes my new husband.

I'd better get out of here right now.

He'll want to elope.

Huh, what?

Hey!

Whoa, ow!

Lorie, are you alright?

Yeah.

What in the world made
her run away like that?

Maybe Meg's just late.

No matter, it's you
I wanted to speak to.

Perfect, I'm walking
over to Aunt March's.

We can talk there.

That's where I'm going.

It must be fate that has caused us

to walk along this path
together at the same time, Jo.

I've been studying all about

metaphysical occurrences, you know.

Meta-whatical what?

I think that fall must
have rattled your brain.

No, really, you'd like this stuff, Jo.

You see, even though we may
not be able to figure it out

there's a perfect order to the universe,

and everything has it's
own reason for happening

at a specific time, in a specific place.

Well, to me they seem
like two peas in a pod.

They'll make a perfect
husband and wife team.

What a stupid girl.

What a stupid girl.

You may be a smart alec bird,

but I'm still going to draw your picture.

Smart alec bird.

I'm a smart alec bird.

Are you in there, Amy?

Come in.

Hi, Jo.

Well, how's my favorite sister?

How about a great, big kiss?

Jo!

My goodness, what a pleasant surprise.

Hi there.

You making any progress with your drawing?

Mm-hm, I'm drawing Polly's picture,

but she keeps moving around
and I can't make her stop,

so it won't be very good.

Stupid girl.

What a stupid girl.

I'm afraid you don't have a
very cooperative model, Amy.

Jo, how come she doesn't hold still?

Maybe if you ask her nicely, she will.

No, I tried being friendly,
but that doesn't help.

I bring her strawberries for breakfast,

but she laughs at them.

She always used to like them.

I brought her strawberries
for breakfast frequently.

If Polly isn't cooperating,
draw something else.

A picture of a potted
plant would be very nice.

It has to be a picture
of an animal or a person.

Maybe Aunt March would
want to pose for you.

Aunt March doesn't have time to help me.

She told me a picture of Polly

would be a lot better for my assignment.

What about Esther?

Couldn't she do it?

Esther's busy in the
kitchen baking a pie.

She can't pose for me, either.

Hey, perhaps I could pose for you, Amy.

That would be good.

Alright, then it's all settled.

I'll be your next subject.

It'll be a real nice drawing.

When I'm finished, you can frame it.

That was very nice of you.

No problem, I'm glad to help.

Now Amy, just where
would you like me to be?

Let me see, hmm.

Over there.

Yes.

The light's good.

Come over here, Lorie,
and sit up real straight.

You're the boss.

Uh.

You'd better sit up straight.

And do straighten your bow tie, Lorie.

There Amy, how's that look?

That's perfect.

This is gonna be real good.

Guess what, Amy?

Father's going to be coming
home from the hospital

in time for Christmas.

Oh, that's nice.

Hm, maybe I should be telling Aunt March

the news about Father.

Sure.

What a pretty bird.

What a pretty bird.

Well, I'm happy Beth's
feeling so much better.

Me too.

Mother's been spending
almost all of her time

right by her bedside.

Mother got home just in time.

Otherwise, Beth would not
have recovered so quickly.

Well, Mary helped, but you
and Meg did most of the work.

Lorie's been keeping us informed

about your nursing prowess, daily.

But you should be very proud of yourself.

It's my fault that Beth
got sick in the first place.

I'm never going to be
so irresponsible again.

I'm sure you feel bad right now,

but in time you'll come to
know that you weren't to blame.

As for Beth, don't dwell in the past,

but think of the future.

Aunt March!

I almost forgot to tell you about

the most important part
of this whole visit.

We finally received a letter about Father.

It seems he'll be coming
home around Christmas time.

Good, my prayers haven't been in vain.

I was thinking, when
Father does come home,

he'll still need a lot of love
and attention from us all.

Anybody who's been as
sick as he has would.

Aunt March, I'm not just
talking about his being ill.

I don't want you and him to
start out quarreling this time.

He's been through so
much in that awful war.

We should try to make
things peaceful for him.

I never planned to quarrel with him,

but your Father made up
his mind a long time ago

to fight for what he believes in.

Oh.

And until
this war is finished,

he won't give up that fight.

Yes.

I believe you're right.

This war has got to end so
we can all be happy again.

Come in.

Hello.

Um, I just wanted to thank
you for your hospitality.

It's our pleasure.

We appreciate your coming by.

I'll walk you home if you like.

Thank you, but no.

I have to stop in town.

Oops, oh Jo.

I almost forgot to tell you something.

Tell me what?

Anthony from the newspaper
wants you to come by.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't remember about it before.

I'm telling you about it now.

I'm sorry, did he say anything else?

He felt bad about your manuscript

and wondered why you stopped writing it.

Oh, I haven't worked on
my manuscript for a month.

He says that's not what it's about.

It's about something else.

Something real important.

Well, what is it?

He wouldn't tell me anymore.

You have to go there.

I'll stop by his office on my way home.

How's your picture?

My picture's fine.

Oh.

Huh?

You mean you finished it, Amy?

No, not yet.

I mean, it's almost done.

Well, can I see it before I leave?

Uh, I'm not finished.

I still have to paint it.

I don't want anybody to see
it before I finished it.

It's gonna be for Mr. Laurence.

Come here.

- Huh, What is this now?
- I want to talk

to you in private.

Goodbye, Jo.

Talk to you later.

Well.

Hm, I'm worried about Amy.

Oh, there's nothing wrong with her.

It's just one of her games.

At least I think it is.

General Lee is a great commander.

Well, if he's such a great general,

how come he let Sherman
cut him off from Richmond?

I heard that the Confederacy
is all but beaten.

Hello there?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

Hello Miss Jo.

Oh, you frightened me.

Oh, I didn't mean to.

I know, is Mr. Boone here?

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid you just missed him.

I think he'll be right back
if you want to wait awhile.

Alright, and how have you been?

I'm real happy working at the paper.

Folks here make a man feel
like a part of the family.

I miss reading your writing though.

Everyone's been asking Mr.
Henry why we stopped publishing

those stories from your manuscript.

Really, then they miss them?

We get letters askin' for them.

Well, that's nice.

I'll get back to work on them real soon.

I sure will be looking
forward to printing them.

It's a deal.

Hey, it's Mr. Boone now.

You're here.

Amy must have given you
the message I gave her.

About an hour ago.

She mentioned that
something was important.

John, go on home.

We've decided to close up shop today.

You see, the boss got sick, so he asked me

to send everyone on home.

At full pay, of course.

Suits me fine.

See you, Miss Jo.

Goodbye, thank you.

Come, Jo.

Come and sit here.

Alright, but I really can't stay long.

I still have some shopping to do.

Of course,
this won't take long.

I was glad to hear Beth's out of danger.

Mm-hm, we found out that Father

may be released from the
hospital, too, Anthony.

That's wonderful news.

Mm-hm.

Jo.

Anthony, what is it?

What's the matter?

It's good news, I think.

I'm going to work for
the New York Chronicle.

How did you manage a job with them?

It was easy.

I applied by mailing in
samples of my best manuscripts

to 'em, the same as you did.

I didn't mail any to them.

I mean the way you brought
your stories in to us.

I remember that day, the very first time

you came through those doors
and made us read your story.

You laughed at me and then sent me home.

But I deserved to be sent home.

My work just wasn't ready to be published.

The boss wasn't impressed
so much by your stories,

but by your persistence
to have us read them.

That's the best quality
any writer can have.

You mailed the Chronicle your work?

Mm-hm, I did.

But as I recall, the first
couple of items I sent 'em

were mailed back to me
unread and rejected.

But about a month ago,
they wanted an interview.

Oh.

I went in and insisted
that they give me a job.

It worked, they hired me.

All because of you.

It wasn't just my doing, Anthony.

They had to of liked your work,

because a paper like the Chronicle
has to have good writers.

You taught me that quality work

was the most important thing.

Yes, I did, and you showed me

how to go after what I wanted.

I know that I wouldn't of had the nerve

to ask the Chronicle for a job on my own.

More than you know, you've
been a real inspiration to me.

Hmm.

Just imagine me, Anthony Boone,

finally working for the very best.

It's been a dream of mine for a long time.

Ever since I was a kid, I
wanted to work in New York City.

Oh, by the way, when do
you leave for New York?

Soon, my boss is looking
for a place for me to live.

I begin working the first of the year.

What about this job?

Who's going to work here?

I don't know.

Well, isn't it going to be
a little bit hard on the chief

to lose his very best writer?

I suppose, but I gave him
my notice at lunch anyway.

He was nice enough to mention
my work was much better

than I've recently gotten credit for,

and I would always be welcome back.

We're going to miss you.

And I'm going to miss
reading your stories as well.

Oh, by the way, the chief wanted to know

why you stopped sending
your transcripts to us.

I haven't had time.

I've been too busy looking
after my little sister.

You must find time to write.

It's important to keep
your readers interested.

I know.

I'll begin writing again
as soon as I get home.

Mm-hm.

It'll be good for you.

You know, as one writer to another,

if you stop working, you get rusty.

Alright.

Well, I think I should
get going now, Anthony.

Mm-hm.

You keep writing, alright?

I will.

Are you sure that's all you wanted

to talk to me about, Anthony?

I mean, I won't be seeing you

before you leave for New York, you know.

Maybe we should say our goodbyes now.

But I'm not leaving for weeks.

I know, but if I didn't
say goodbye, I'd feel awful.

Just one more thing before you leave.

How should I put this?

I guess the best way would be
to come right out and say it.

Well, what?

I'd like you to move to New
York City with me next year.

I, I.

Now, don't make up your
mind right this minute.

Go home and just think about it awhile.

New York?

Yes, think about the opportunities

the city can afford you.

Any writer would be a fool

not to take advantage of this situation.

You must give this serious consideration.

Please go home and think
it over, won't you?

I'm not going.

Don't make up your mind like this.

I realize I took you by surprise.

Don't be so hasty.

Take as much time as you need,
and think about it at home.

I don't have to think about it any more.

Your final word?

Yes.

Then go home Jo, and
do one more thing for me.

Please, think about what it really means

when a person aspires to be a writer.

You've become a woman, and
the decisions you make now

are going to affect you
for the rest of your life.

Don't make them too quickly.

Anthony's
right, I am a woman now,

and I should be looking
towards the future,

and an opportunity like moving to New York

may not come up for me again.

But it's not right.

Father will need my support,

and I couldn't abandon Beth
while she's still sick.

And Amy, my goodness she's still a child.

She needs me.

I wish I knew the answer.

It's so difficult making the
right decision sometimes.

Maybe Father will know.

I'll make up my mind when he comes home.

The tie needs more red.

There.

There you go, Lorie, perfect.

Jo thinks that I'm giving
you to Mr. Laurence,

but we know different, don't we?

You're going to be the perfect
Christmas present for Jo.

Yeah.

Jo's going to love this
picture of Lorie so much,

that she'll probably
even get married to him.

♪ Fortunes of war can change the way

♪ We imagine our lives will be

♪ The March family are on their way

♪ Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy.