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Get ready.

Shh. Shh!

- Got them.
- Jo, those are the kitchen scissors.

- They're good and sharp.
- Please don't make me be the first.

No... Amy's first.

If I must make this
sacrament, I do it gladly.

But don't you dare take
more than a half inch.

Do you have any letters for
the post, Pastor March?

- This will go on the mail train
tonight? - Yes, sir. - Bless you, son.

Cold.

Merry Christmas, Father. With our
fondest love, Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy.

Christmas won't be Christmas
without any presents.

Jo, get up off the rug.

That party dress is in a
bad enough state as it is.

We agreed not to have any presents
this year. We said we didn't mind

as long as we had Marmee
and Father and each other.

Beth, we haven't got Father

and we shan't have him
for ever such a long time.

- Not until the war ends.
- Meg! I found Jo's gloves.

They're all creased and sticky.

I used them to mop up some lemonade
I spilled at Sally's birthday dance.

Jo, why didn't you clean them?

You can't go to a party
without any gloves.

I was hoping I wouldn't
be invited to another one.

I should have gone away
with Father in disguise,

signed up as a drummer boy
and done my duty as he has.

Jo, I don't think that's
allowed or even possible.

Besides, I can't think of
anything more disagreeable.

Why would you want to sleep in a tent

and drink out of a tin mug and eat
all sorts of... bad-tasting food?

Because, Amy, she forgets
that she's a young lady

and that I am trying to mend her dress.

I can't help that I like boy's
clothes and work and manners.

Being born a girl is the
most disappointing thing

that ever happened to me.

I do believe that was busiest
day the depot ever had.

We had to get 200 boxes of soldiers'
comforts onto the five o'clock train

and we lacked mittens for some of them.

We'll have to sit and knit
more like pokey old women.

Jo, be careful.

- You look tired to death.
- Aunt March kept me on my toes today.

Most people mellow out
at Christmas but not her.

Do I get a kiss as well
as warm slippers, Amy?

You're all such a treat to come home to.

And I have a treat for you, too.

- A letter?
- Is it from Father?

Yes, it is.

You're late, Theodore.

I'm sorry, Grandfather.

How was your voyage?

Did you stay on deck and keep your
eyes on the horizon as I advised?

Mostly.

Mostly worked.

I presume you brought your
principal's reports for me to read.

"A year is a long time to
wait before we meet again.

"But these hard days will not
be wasted if we all work hard.

"Give them all my dear love and a kiss,

"tell them I think of them by day
and pray for them each evening.

"Our country may be torn in two

"because it can't agree on what is right,

"but even in this time of darkness,

"when armies clash and blood is shed,

"we can shine a light through
our kindness to each other.

"And there are smaller battles we can win,

"within our hearts and close to home.

"I know my daughters will fight
their bosom enemies bravely

"and conquer themselves so beautifully

"that when I come back to them, I
may be fonder and prouder than ever

"of my little women."

Merry Christmas, Jo.

Hannah, do you know where our
mother is? She isn't in her room.

She wouldn't be, because we had
some shoeless little lad come

wheeling and hammering on the
door saying his mother was starving

and sickly and like to die and all
her children like to die with her.

- Kindly get your fingers out
the syrup. - Sorry. - Sorry.

So, your mother went running off
after him to see what she could do.

And she took a great pile of
firing from next to my stove.

As long as we've enough to cook the bacon.

Merry Christmas, Hannah!

If you don't unleash me,
you young rapscallions,

there will be no pancakes!

Girls.

I've just come from the most
deprived and wretched home

I have ever seen.

There was a mother with a newborn

and five other little ones
huddled under rags for warmth.

I took firewood but... it was not enough.

Cream! We never have cream.

I'm carrying the bacon.

The smell torments me like
the legions of the damned!

Hurry, Beth, dear. Don't let
those sugar rolls get cold!

Come on, Jo!

Oh, my stars! Miss, I'm so sorry.

I could have... broken
your... coffee service.

I'm quite likely to break it
myself before I'm through.

Or lose my self-control and
just drink all the coffee.

We're giving our Christmas breakfast away

to a poor German family
we've never even met.

- Was that your idea?
- No. Our mother's.

The soccer ball wasn't mine.
It was my grandfather's.

He thinks it's the kind of
thing a boy my age might like.

Mr Laurence is YOUR grandfather?

Until last night I hadn't
seen him for ten years.

But I'll be living with him now
-- at least until I go to college.

- That's nice.
- Hurry up!

I should go back. Grandfather's
watching through the window,

so I have to make out like I'm having fun.

- Happy Christmas present-giving!
- Oh, yes.

Jo, dear, there you are.

Ah, a hot drink first for Mrs Hummel.

Give the tray to Meg.

Beth and Amy,

could you start spooning out
some oatmeal for the little ones?

Jo, see if you can stop
that broken window.

What with?

Ah... Hannah's hat will do.

If you'd be so kind.

I didn't even know that
people lived like that.

But they do.

Come downstairs.

There's something you'll enjoy.

- Did you do this?
- No.

There's pink ice cream and
white ice cream. And jelly!

You never saw anything so elegant!

Old Mr Laurence from next door sent it.

It's a reward, because he heard
about us giving our breakfast away.

That boy just lost his mother.
We must make him welcome.

It's burning. It's burning,
Jo! You're burning my hair!

Are the tongs supposed to smoke like that?

Of course they are! It's
just the dampness drying.

Something's scorching, Jo.

Even I can smell it and
I've got quite a flat nose.

Nonsense! When I take these
papers out, you're all going see

a cloud of little ringlets!

Oh, Meg... Oh, no. I'm so sorry!

I'm so sorry! So...

What have you done? Jo!
What have you done?!

I did what you asked me
to do, I curled your hair!

Why did you even ask me? You
know I always ruin everything!

- Oh, that's not true, Jo!
- It's true tonight!

How can I go to the
party without any hair?

You still have plenty at the back
that's really smooth and pretty.

And it's not as though you're Jo,
whose hair is her one beauty.

Not that piano.

There was... I'm sorry,
sir. I didn't know.

Look, if you must play, there's a
concert grand in the drawing room.

Yes, sir.

Nobody plays that piano any
more. I don't permit it!

Does it really look all right, Jo?

It looks almost like you've
invented a new fashion.

Would you like to swap a glove with me?

Mine are still all creased and sticky.

- I could not get that lemonade out.
- I meant swap just one,

so we can each wear a smart glove
and carry one that's spoiled.

Will it make you happy?

Yes, it will.

Meg, if I do anything really
wrong, will you wink at me?

I will do no such thing! I
shall raise my eyebrows.

That's much more ladylike.

- What?
- Smile.

You can't spend the whole evening
in the retiring room, Jo.

Don't you have any dances?

No. Can't say I do.

Ned Moffat has engaged me for supper!

I can scarcely wait to sit
down, my shoes are pinching so!

Oh. Please come back to the party.

People will think we're being impolite.

Susie Perkins has three
drawing lessons a week.

She says there's no substitute
whatever for drawing from life.

Can we see it yet?

You look as sooty and black

as if you've just crawled
out of a coal bin.

No-one can say I don't have
accomplished daughters!

Did you know that Jo's writing a novel?

I've seen the pages all piled
up on her desk in the garret.

Let Jo write in peace.

Hello, again. Don't you
care for the party either?

Oh, um, it's lovely. It's
just I don't know many people.

Me neither. And I have a headache.

- Me too. - I think I might
have the grippe coming on.

I just have 19 hairpins stuck in my head.

I let my little sister
loose on my coiffure.

Is that the little dark one
or the little fair one?

The fair one. Do you know us all by sight?

We're neighbours. We ought
to know each other's names.

And when you sent the thank
you letter for the supper,

it just said "Margaret, Josephine,
Elizabeth and Amy March."

So I still don't know
which one of you is which!

Well, I'm Josephine, but everybody
calls me Jo, apart from one

ancient aunt whom I have to wait
on and who's usually vexed with me.

I'm called Theodore, and I hate it.

The boys at school in Switzerland
used to call me Dora.

They changed to Laurie
in the end. I made them.

Did you learn a lot of French out there?

~

Oh, ah. "I came here with my tutor.

"But he is in the smoking
room with all the other men,

- "talking about the war."
- You have a tutor?

Grandfather insisted.

He wants me to go to Harvard, but my
grades aren't what they need to be.

Jo? Jo...? I turned my
ankle over in the gallop

and I swear I heard a tearing sound!

Oh.

Should I fetch ice?

You'll have to fetch a stretcher
or we'll never get her home!

I was about to send Hannah to collect you.

And I warned you about
those high-heeled shoes.

It was a case of, "Let
us be elegant or die!"

She took them off in case she
sprained the other ankle.

I'm Theodore Laurence.

I live next door and this is
my tutor, Mr Brooke, ma'am.

I helped Miss March into our carriage,

so that she'd be spared the walk home.

Well, I thank you both for
your extremely kind attentions.

Meg, have you been drinking wine?

I had punch. Does that have wine in it?

There are three dolls on
my side of the bed, Beth.

Wasn't this one mine once?

You broke the top off her head
and I found her in the ragbag.

Jo, I see that Laurence boy
standing at the window,

looking down, sometimes.

Do you suppose he's lonely?

Yes. I do.

Marmee! Marmee! Marmee!

Have you seen my rubber overshoes?

If you don't put 'em away,
don't expect them to stay put!

I can't find my slate either!

Beth, have you seen my slate?

It has a sum on it I need
to take to school today.

- I have a headache, Amy.
- All girls get headaches, Beth.

We just have to bear them as best we can.

I have one too, Marmee, as
well as my ankle smarting.

Can I take some belladonna?

No. Wrap a shawl around your head.
The walk to work will cure it.

Letter for the mistress. I
don't know who it's from

but it has Mr Laurence's
cipher on the envelope.

And are youse young ladies ever
going to take these hot turnovers

I've been fretting about
since sunup, or are you not?

They most certainly are, Hannah.
And they are going to take them

out of the house within
the next five minutes!

Get to school and get to work!

Bonjour, Mademoiselle Josephine.

Your boots, upon the
matting, s'il vous plait.

I dare say you had a fine
Christmas with your family,

replete with homespun pleasures
and the comforts of the hearth?

Yes, we did. New Year next!

Let us hope it brings the world
less anguish than the last one.

Polly was grieved by your
absence, it would seem.

Likewise.

He doesn't care for that maid
of mine, or her ministrations.

He's like me. He can smell
a papist from ten yards.

Do you want to talk about your
invitation from Mr Laurence?

Oh, Beth. It's a simple
invitation to go to his house,

to play on a beautiful
concert grand piano.

Beth, dear,

we agreed you need not go to school
because it troubled your spirits,

and we agreed that you could
help to run the house,

rather than waste your days. But
if you don't engage with the world,

all you'll be running is your own prison.

I'm not doing what Father asked, am I?

I'm not fighting my bosom enemies bravely.

No.

And you have to try.

"In such times of dangerous
trial, many would be deterred from

"inquiring into and embracing
the truth, and others tempted

"and drawn aside from their
steadfastness and integrity..."

Why don't you just open a little
wider and swallow the whole book?

- Sorry, Aunt March. - When I engaged
you as my companion, Josephine,

it was my hope that you would come to find

Mr Belsham's Sermons as
transporting and restorative as I.

I should have taken Margaret on not you.

She has dainty manners, a soft
voice and a sweeter nature.

She also had another job already,
taking care of four small children.

Four small children is a
recipe for heartache, headache,

and indigestion -- and it always was.

No-one can help how big their family gets.

Well, they can help who
they fall in love with.

The most foolish thing your mother
ever did was to marry my nephew!

He had filled his skull with
theologising and philosophising

and didn't leave space for
a grain of business acumen!

I can only hope that you and
your sisters learn from her error

and do not do likewise.

Go and put clean sand under Polly's perch.

After which... we may resume the sermon.

Meaning Mr Belsham's... and not mine.

- You savage, Laurie Laurence!
A real savage! - Amy!

Amy! Stop screaming like that!

That's right! Do as your sister says!

Not so fast!

Leave this to me, Amy!

- I'll beat you, Laurie Laurence!
- I don't think so, Jo March!

Do you want to go the theatre, Jo?

I'm writing.

- Well, I didn't mean today.
I just meant... - Shh!

It's a regular castle in the air up here.

A castle in the air is a place
you go to dream, Laurie Laurence.

This garret is a chamber of industry.

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I don't know how you
peg away the way you do.

Never wasting an hour, never
letting one moment go cold.

Brooke called me a lazy dog
yesterday and I'm afraid I am.

Marmee says it's all
about finding a motive.

A reason to get up and apply yourself.

She's possibly -- probably
-- absolutely right.

I just don't know what that
motive is, or ever will be.

Grandfather wants me to be an
India merchant after college,

just like he was. And I'd rather be shot.

If I were a boy and if I were you,
I would get on one of those old

ships and sail away and never come
back until I'd tried my own way.

We should go together.

All right.

As long as you show me London and
Paris and Italy along the way.

Shake on it. And go pack your trunk.

After I've finished this chapter.

Castles in the air need keys.

And sometimes I dare to
think that this is mine.

Oh, thank goodness it will
be dark in the theatre!

This brushing braid is
hanging off the hem.

I must have put my foot through it.

You're going out!

I can smell eau de cologne
right along the landing

- and Hannah's been polishing the
opera glasses. - Yes, she has.

Because we're going to the theatre.

- To see The Seven Princesses
Of The Diamond Lake? - Yes.

Laurie invited the two of us
to go with him and Mr Brooke.

Then I'm coming, too!

No, you aren't, because
you haven't been asked.

Oh, couldn't we buy her a ticket?
It was my turn to have the rag money

- this month and I haven't spent it
yet. - Thank you, thank you! - No, Meg!

Even if we can get her a
ticket, she can't sit alone!

And neither you nor I can sit alone,

so that means Laurie or
Mr Brooke would have to.

You're supposed to be the one
with the ladylike manners, Meg.

I hate you, Josephine March!

You'll pay for this. Just you wait.

Hurry!

Come on!

I'm sorry! Meg was fussing with her hair.

She won't let me near
with the tongs any more!

My feet just chattered on the ground.

I couldn't even ring the bell.

Keep your cloak and bonnet on.

You can come with me to the Hummels.
Amy, would you like to come, too?

No, thank you, Marmee. I'll
stay home and tidy my art box.

We're promised a Chorus of Comical
Crimson Imps, among other delights.

Jo, why not change places with Meg?

The man in front of her is really tall.

- Girls! Did you enjoy the play?
- If you're lucky, after dinner, Meg

and I will reprise the
entire Ballet Of The Swans!

Jo bought these for you in the
foyer. Chocolate-coated caramels.

Why?

Because I was a crosspatch, and I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Why not unwrap them, Amy?

It's the kind of treat that tastes
much better when it's shared.

I imagine all treats
taste better when shared.

I'll take you to the play next week, Amy.

There are tickets, I asked at the office.

So which one of youse young
ladies has been meddling

with my cooking range?!

I leave the house for one hour
in pursuit of additional onions

and I come back to my kitchen
to find the stove cold, smoking

and choked with a load of scrawny papers!

This is mine. This is my writing!

What's happened to the rest of it?

In a nutshell, it's all
turned to soot and black ash.

Amy, did you burn my book?

I said I'd make you pay
for being so hateful.

And I have.

Girls! Jo!

You wicked, wicked girl!
I will never write again!

And I will never forgive
you as long as I live!

- Jo! Stop! Stop!
- Why should I? It's too late to stop her!

Amy, how could you?

Did you see what she did?!

- Did you see what she did?!
- Yes.

And don't look to me for comfort,
because I don't blame her!

If it was in your head once, some
of it must still be in there.

Writing isn't like that.
You can't keep it anywhere.

It passes through you and you have
to catch it and get it on the page.

And do you know the worst thing? I
don't even know if it was any good.

All I ever wanted was to take it
somewhere to show it to someone

to see if it might be fit to publish.

I don't mind if you cry, Jo.

- Tears are an unmanly weakness.
- You're not a man!

Go on. Apologise.

I'm truly, truly sorry, Jo.

- Please forgive me.
- I can't.

Did you hear that? I apologised
and she won't accept it!

Jo... don't let the sun go down
on your anger. You're sisters.

Forgive each other.

- You can start again in the morning.
- Start what again? My book?

Amy did an abominable thing and she
doesn't deserve to be forgiven!

I can't imagine any of you quarrelling.

You don't have to imagine it.
We've been at odds for days now.

Even Beth acts grieved
and wistful all the time.

But it always looks so idyllic,

when I look down and see you through
the parlour window in the evenings.

It's like the window is a frame

and you're all part of a perfect picture.

You must cherish your illusions
if they make you happy.

What would make YOU happy, Jo?

Skating. With you.

You said we should, if
the lake froze properly

and this is probably the
last ice we shall have.

- I also said we'd take
Amy. - What? - I'm sorry.

It was before she burnt your book.

Now, stay away from the middle

and if you hear a cracking sound,
it means the ice is about to give.

If you don't hear a crack...

.. it's time for hockey!

Not so fast!

Jo! Jo!

Jo, will you help me put my skates on?

Laurie invited me last week,

I don't need you to talk to me,
I just need you to do the straps.

If you're old enough to force
your way in when you're not wanted,

you're old enough to fasten them yourself!

You won't shut me out like this!

We're supposed to be
trying to be good people!

And you, Jo March, aren't
going to get anywhere

when you ignore someone who's
trying to set a virtuous...

- Amy!
- Jo!

Amy! Jo, stop!

You can't walk on it, it's too thin.

She didn't know! You told me, and
I didn't tell her. She didn't know.

Jo! Jo!

Amy. Don't move. I'm coming to get you.

You have to stay absolutely still, Amy,

and when I get to you,
trust me absolutely.

Don't grab me, do you understand?

Jo... This won't do, Jo. Go find a branch!

Take it! Take it, Amy. Take it.

Don't let go, Jo.

Never. I swear to you. Never.

Jo, Amy won't even catch cold,
you wrapped her up so well

and brought her home so quickly.

Laurie did everything.

All I did was let her go skating off alone

because I can't conquer
my horrible temper.

It's been your burden since
you were a little girl.

You will learn to master it.

I won't!

I try and I think I've won, and
then it breaks out worse than ever.

I'll never learn to govern myself.

- You don't know what
it's like, Marmee! - I do!

But you're never angry.

No. I never SEEM angry.

But I am angry, almost
every day of my life.

I've been trying to cure
my rage for 40 years...

.. and have only succeeded
in controlling it.

Are you angry when you
press your lips together

and go out of the room?

Yes.

Father doesn't have a temper, does he?

He's always so wise and so patient.

No-one is without their trials.

But his strengths speak to my
weaknesses and help to bear me up.

Don't cry, Marmee.

You didn't even cry when Father
left for Washington in his uniform.

I gave my best to the country I love

and saved my tears till he was gone.

Sometimes, we simply have
to do the bravest thing.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

When Laurie said his visitors
were English, I thought it would

all be very smart and formal.

I even bought new gloves.

Give them to me. I'm going
back to sit by the hampers.

And which ensign do you
sail under, Miss Margaret?

The Union Jack or the Union Flag?

Oh, I dare say I ought to
make our guests feel welcome.

A delightful gesture
and a very good choice.

There they are! We're coming for you!

Amy! Don't you dare!

Jo!

Have they sent you up here to talk to me?

No.

I just came.

I'm scared to talk to them.

Are you shy?

I'm not.

Although I can't claim to
be particularly interesting.

I used to be able to talk about
two things -- hunting and cricket.

But I broke my legs hunting,

and I can't think you and I
would get very far with cricket.

I have a pack of cards with me.

Oh! No, I'm worse at cards
than I am at conversation.

If you'd like to try cricket,
I will listen very hard.

Did you enjoy the translation
of the German poem?

I left it in your mailbox on Sunday.

- Oh, that was you.
- Yes.

We all thought it was Laurie.

Do you read German, Miss March?

My father was teaching me,

but I've fallen behind since he
went to Washington with the Army.

Perhaps the deficiency might
be remedied by your governess.

I am a governess.

A paid governess?

I work for a family called the Kings.

They have four little children.

I see.

Laurie didn't make your
position entirely plain.

You must excuse me.

I had hoped that Miss Vaughn
and I might be friends.

I think perhaps ours is
the country to belong to,

if you have to be a worker.

I get great satisfaction
from earning a wage.

I only wish I enjoyed
teaching as much as you do.

You would, if you had Laurie as a pupil.

And I shall miss him, when
he goes to college next year.

Next year? That's not so very far away.

I shall wave him off and turn soldier.

And I have no family to miss me, or
even care, should I not be spared.

Laurie and Mr Laurence
would care a great deal.

And we would all be heartbroken
if you came to any harm.

Thank you.

Now, Miss Meg, let's race
back to those hampers.

This rat's getting particular
as well as tame, Jo.

He likes the cheese.

He wouldn't touch the ham.

I said you mustn't talk until
I've finished this chapter.

Jo?

Jo! Have you seen my cream glove?

- It's half of the kid pair I had
new at Laurie's picnic. - No.

Oh.

- I bet you used it to
mop up lemonade. - Shh!

Nobody is supposed to play that piano!

I'm sorry, Mr Laurence!

I'm sorry. I know I was supposed
to play the concert grand, but...

No, no, no...

Oh, my word.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

But I once had a daughter

who loved this piano
as much as I loved her.

I thought silence was her best memorial,

but now I suspect I may be mistaken.

Don't stop.

Here we are.

Please.

You've travelled all over Italy.

What do they do with the
sunflowers over there?

I don't want to poison Aunt
Cockle-top and the chicks!

Aunt Cockle-top and the chicks
are eating every little seed

that falls to earth.

They don't look like they're
being poisoned to me.

Meg's been in our hothouse
with Brooke for a long time.

What do you mean?

She only went to fetch the orange
tree he's been raising from a pip

and all I have to say is, how much
fetching does an orange tree take?

You're insinuating things
and I don't care for it.

You're better than that and so is Meg.

It might be insinuating if I didn't
know where her cream glove was.

Or who had it and still does.

Brooke has Meg's glove?

- How do you know?
- Saw it.

He's had it in his pocket all this time.

- Isn't that romantic?
- No.

It's horrid.

Bad boy.

Brooke?

No.

You, for telling me.

Marmee, can I have some pickled
limes to take to school on Monday?

- Pickled limes?
- It's the fashion.

It used to be pricking bits
of India rubber to make balls.

Mr Davies said they were a
distraction and forbade them,

so now it's pickled limes.

Marmee!

Look what Mr Brooke gave me
for my piece of the garden.

And I have pansies. Mr Laurence
calls them heartsease --

he says they're his favourite flower.

It's a telegram.

Your father is very ill

and I have been asked
to go to him at once.

Laurie, if you would go to Plumfield

and ask for this note to be given
to Aunt March, I would be grateful.

Is there nothing else I can do?

I...

I don't know.

Hannah, the brown trunk from the garret.

We have sufficient sal
volatile and nux vomica, but...

.. Jo, you'll have to get me some more...

.. belladonna and some Holloway's pills.

- Where from?
- From the pharmacy on Main Street!

What can I do?

You must help Hannah prepare
some linen for your father.

And while I'm away, you must
help her with the laundry.

What can we do?

Pray.

Pray that I may be able to
afford the train to Washington.

Soon.

Pray that I am not too late.

Oh, children, help me. Help me to bear it.

- Bonjour, Mademoiselle.
- Do you only speak French?

Because I have to be elsewhere
and I need to do this quickly.

When you send me a written appeal
for aid, the least you can do

is to await me in the parlour
and without an apron on.

I didn't think you'd come in person.

- May I offer you a chair?
- I think not.

I'm sorry, Mademoiselle,
but we never pay lavishly.

It's the work that
renders a wig so costly.

And yours would have to be dyed --
it is a sadly unfashionable colour.

I need 25.

My father is a Union Army Chaplain.

He is mortally sick in a
hospital in Washington

and my mother can't even raise
the money for her train ticket.

Don't you have anyone fighting in the War?

A son.

25.

I hate to beg. I hate it.

But you did.

Yes.

And my husband may still die.

But at least, if I go to
him, he may not die alone.

Well, what ails the fool? Dysentery?

Typhus? Apoplexy?

The telegram didn't say.

In which case it was
indubitably written by a man.

I venture to suggest that we
had best send a woman there,

so that we might, ah, ascertain the facts.

Thank you.

I was able to get you
everything you wanted.

Oh, you splendid girl.

Mr Laurence is sending Mr
Brooke to Washington on business

and he can escort me on my journey
and is to make sure that Father

and I have everything that we might need.

Meanwhile, Aunt March is lending
me the money for my fare.

Oh.

Because I got you this.

What is this?

Oh.

Your one beauty.

Oh, Jo.

I leave you to Hannah's care...

.. and Mr Laurence's protection.

The carriage is ready.

And I want you all to
remember this one thing.

Whatever may come to pass in Washington...

.. you can never be
fatherless under heaven.

Take care of each other.

I want to run after her.

I want her to see us waving.

No. Then she would know
that we aren't being brave

and that would distress her.

If we were boys, we wouldn't be
quaking and quivering like this.

The female animal should not be indulged,

for hers is a thorny path.

I could be a better person, Laurie.
I've known that for a while now.

I think that too.

Oh, please wake up.

Please wake up.

- Why do you never listen to anything I say,
Laurie? - Because I want what's best for you.

I would like to keep all of
my girls for as long as I can,

but I also want real love for all of you.