All language subtitles for Little.House.on.the.Prairie.1974.S01E02 Country Girls

Charles: Jack!

Here, boy.

That's-a-boy.
Good, Jack.

Do you want
to see?

Ooh, Carrie, where do you
think you're going?

Mary! Laura!
Come to breakfast.

All right, ma.

Laura.

Hurry up!
You heard ma.

Don't you dare make us
late for school--

not on
the very first day.

I'm not going.

It's a fine morning.

Isn't it?

Good morning, ma.

Mary.

Morning, pa.

Morning, Mary.
Have a good sleep?

Yeah.

Is Laura nearly ready?

She says
she's not going.

Now, don't worry.
I'll see to it.

What's the matter,
half-pint?

I don't want to go.

It's kind of hard for me to hear you
with those covers all over your head.

I don't want to go.
I want to stay here.

Well, I wish
you could stay.

You know, I made
a promise to your ma.

Told her once we got settled,
if we were near a school,

you and your sister
would go.

But you need me here.

Who's going to help you
with the fish traps?

Who's going to
take care of Jack?

You're going to
have time for all that.

You wouldn't want me
to break a promise

I made to your ma,
would you?

No, pa.

Ok.

That's my girl.

Now, you hurry up
and get dressed.

Breakfast is
going to get cold.

Tell you something
you don't know.

You're going
to like school.

Yes, pa.

Let's have another
look at those hands.

It's fine. Oh,
yours, too, Carrie,

spic and span.

Ma, my neck hurts.

What?
Mary scratched so hard,

she likely took
the skin clean off.

You're big enough
to do your own scrubbing,

only you won't.

I don't like
being big.

I wish I was Carrie.

Ma...you think
they'll like us?

What kind of a foolish
question is that?

Of course
they'll like you.

You just be friendly
and mind your manners.

Now, let me have
a better look at you.

Turn around.

You girls are
sprouting up so fast.

There's nothing left
of those hems

for me to let down.

Well, you're
fresh and clean,

and you're
starting school.

That's the important thing.

Ma?

Hmm?

How long is all this
learning going to take?

We start learning
when we're born, Laura.

And if we're wise, we don't stop
until the lord calls us home.

That long?

Come.

I have something
special for you two.

My schoolbooks
are yours now.

You take good
care of them.

We will, ma.

Well, time
to get started.

Now, Laura, you take
the lunch pail.

Remember to bring it
home...and the cloth.

Laura: I will.

Well, everybody's
all set for school.

Now, no dawdlin'.

I don't want you to be late
the first day, all right?

Be good girls.

We will, ma.

On your way.
Have a good time.

Bye, ma.

Good-bye, pa.

Bye, Carrie.

A lot of good-byes for somebody
who's going to be home for supper.

Ha ha ha!

Hey, you hold it,
young lady!

We get to hold on to you
for a couple of years yet.

There they go.

Charles,
they look so small.

Stop worrying.

Come on, Laura.

Come on. You're
gonna make us late.

Mary: Laura, come on.

Kick it
over here, quick!

Go ahead, Laura.

Uh-uh. You first.

Why me?

'Cause you're always
bragging about being oldest.

It's your place
to go first.

We'll go together.

From the sound
of you,

we figured we'd come into a
flock of prairie chickens.

Laura!

Snipes yourselves--
long-legged snipes.

Children:
♪ snipes, snipes ♪

♪ long-legged snipes ♪

♪ snipes, snipes,
long-legged snipes ♪

♪ snipes, snipes... ♪

You stop being mean to them,
or I'll tell mama on you.

Go ahead,
Christy.

See if I care!

Country girls.

Settle down, children.

Settle down.

Teacher: Won't you
come in, girls?

You must be the new girls
from plum creek, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm miss beadle.

I'm Mary Ingalls, ma'am,
and that's Laura.

Miss beadle: I'm very pleased
to meet you,

and I'll put your name
in this register,

and that will
make it official.

We have
our own books.

They belonged to ma.

Oh, I can see she took
fine care of them.

Now, how much schooling
have you girls had?

None.

But I can read.

I can't, but
I know the alphabet.

I thought
you ought to know.

Thank you, Laura.

And don't you worry.
You'll learn fast.

And I'll help you every
spare minute I can.

Thank you.

Children...

I'd like you to welcome
2 new students.

This is Mary
and Laura Ingalls.

Children, weakly:
Hello.

Now, I wouldn't call
that much of a welcome.

We'd like to hear you say,
"good morning, Mary..."

Children:
Good morning, Mary.

And...

Children:
Good morning, Laura.

There's a nice place for
you right up front.

That way, you can sit together
and share your books.

Did you
bring a slate?

No, ma'am.

Well, you can't learn to write
properly without a slate.

I'll lend you mine.

Nellie:
Country girls.

Miss beadle:
Here you go.

Thank you,
miss beadle.

You're welcome.

Now, Laura,
I'd like you to turn

to the first page
in your speller.

Let's see
how many new words

you can take home
with you tonight.

Yes, ma'am!

All right, class. Today we're
going to start with sums.

Miss beadle:
Willie?

Yes, ma'am?

By 3s, please, Willie.

Ma'am?

How's he ever gonna get all
those numbers off again?

Silence!

There will be silence
in this classroom.

Willie, Laura has
asked a question.

Will you please
demonstrate the answer?

Mary, look.

It's clean
as a whistle.

What did I tell you?

Country girls.

Don't even know
what a blackboard is.

Nellie.

Laura: C-a-t, cat.

Mm-hmm.

B-a-t, bat.

Right.

M-a-t, mat.

P-a-t, pat.

Good.

I learned
the whole first row.

Hey, how about if I give you one
that isn't even on that first row?

Let me see.
What's a good word?

How about rat?

Rat.

R...a...t, rat.

Perfect.

I'd say that was
a fine day's work.

It seems to me you
kind of like school, huh?

Oh, I do, pa.

And you should
just see miss beadle.

She's the best teacher
in the whole world,

and she smiles
all the time,

and she smells
as good as she looks.

I came right out
and asked,

and she told me she wears
something called lemon verbena.

Hmm.

She's the most beautiful
lady I ever saw...

Except for ma,
of course.

Well, I must say she must
be something special

to be even close
to your ma.

Charles!

Charles: How about
you, Mary?

Did you like
school today?

There's a real nice
girl named Christy.

She'll probably be
my best friend.

Good.

Anybody in particular
you like, Laura?

Someone in particular
I don't like--

that snippy
Nellie oleson.

Laura!

You know what she called us?
Country girls.

Well, you are
country girls.

There's nothing bad
about that.

There is the way
she said it.

"Look at
the country girls!"

Made me so mad, I wanted
to smack her good.

Now, just a minute. I don't want
to hear you talking like that.

You go to school
to learn, not to fight.

Part of what you
have to learn

is how to get on
with others.

All right.
I'll try.

Now, young lady, you're going
to do a lot more than just try.

Remember, Laura,
do unto others...

That's right.

And that means
no name-calling,

no fighting,
and no teasing.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

All right.

Here.

You take that in to
oleson's store tomorrow

and buy yourselves
a slate.

You ought to have enough left
over for a paper tablet.

Oh, pa, thank you!

Laura: Thank you.

Then you're
not mad at me?

Well, not yet,
but I will be

if you two are
not up in bed

quicker than
I can say Jack--

Robinson!
Robinson!

It's hard to believe that's
the same little girl

we could hardly get out
of bed this morning.

I hoped
she'd like it,

but I didn't
know.

Oh, she'll be fine.

Sure was feisty about that
Nellie oleson, wasn't she?

I wonder why.

You haven't
met her mother.

Have you?
Mm-hmm.

Laura: Pa?

Hat. H-a-t.

Hat.

B-e-d. Bed.

Good night, pa.

Good night, Laura.

What you doing?

Fat. F-a-t.
Fat.

Good morning.

Girls: Good morning.

I'll be with you
in a minute, girls.

You sure you got
the money, Mary?

It's in my pocket...right
where ma pinned it.

♪ Snipes, snipes,
long-legged snipes ♪

Willie, Nellie...you two
get on out of here now.

This store is
not a playhouse.

Willie, do you
hear me? Out!

Well, now, what can
I do for you today?

We'd like a slate,
Mr. Oleson,

and a paper tablet
for school, please.

I've got just
what you need.

Those are mine!

Go ahead.
Keep it.

It's all ours,
anyway.

We can have as much
candy as we want.

Here we are.

Pa said that would be
enough to pay for the both.

And he was right,

but you'll need
a slate pencil,

unless you
already have one.

No, sir,
we don't.

Well, that will be
another penny.

I don't think the country
girls have another penny.

What do you think,
Willie?

I'm telling you two
for the last time.

Now you get on
out of here!

Well, if you weren't
planning on buying a pencil,

I imagine you're
a little short.

You just take it along
with you anyhow,

and tell your pa to pay me the
next time he comes into town.

No, sir.
Cash on the barrel.

Pa makes that
a strict rule.

And it's a good one,

though most folks find
it hard to live by.

We thank you anyway,
Mr. Oleson.

You're welcome,
girls.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

That Nellie oleson's the
meanest girl I ever did see.

I could never
be that mean.

I could.

Meaner...

If ma and pa
would let me.

We do need
a slate pencil, Laura.

Pa gave us
so much already.

We can't
ask for more.

No.

Our Christmas pennies!
We still have those.

I could use mine to buy the
pencil, and we'd share it.

And you could own
half my penny.

Come on. We'll
be late for school.

That's very good,
Laura.

"How...

"Wou...

Vvoul..."

The "l" is silent.

I know it's
confusing, but...

"Wooed."

"How..."

"Would."

That's right.
That's right.

"How would...

Ye-oo..."

"You"!
Yeah.

"How would you..."

"Licky"?

No. "I."

"Like."

That's right.

What about the "e"?

Well, you don't--
it's silent.

Like the "l"?
That's right.

Oh.

Laura, narrating:
If I had a remembrance book,

there's one thing I'd want
to put in it about school.

Ma and pa were right.
It was fun.

Especially when all
the different letters

started turning into words.

But learning to write
was one of the hardest things

I ever hoped to do.

Recess was supposed
to be the most fun,

only Nellie oleson wouldn't ever let us
play anything but ring around the rosy.

Can't we play
something else?

Children:
♪ ring around the rosy... ♪

Laura, narrating:
I didn't want to,

but ma said,
"do unto others..."

I couldn't help wondering

when Nellie's ma would get around
to telling her the same thing.

There we are,
Mrs. Grandy.

Did you say
60 cents?

That's right.

Thank you.

Give my best
to Eli,

and tell him not to make
himself such a stranger, hmm?

Thank you, nels.
I will.

Good day,
Mrs. Gran dy.

Good day, nels.

Good day.

Hello.

Oh!

I'm Mrs. Ingalls.

How do you do,
Mrs. Ingalls?

I believe my husband
spoke with you.

Yes, yes.
Yes, indeed.

Fresh eggs.
He said you buy them.

Yes, we do.

Woman: I do the buying.

Mrs. Ingalls,
my wife.

How do you do,
Mrs. Oleson?

Well, Nellie's told me
about your, uh, girls.

All good, I hope.

How many
do we have here?

3 dozen.

Brown?

These eggs
are brown.

They don't bring
as much as white.

7 of them
are double yolks.

Brown eggs get
4 cents less a dozen.

All right. 4 cents
less for the brown.

Ah.

Hey, Jack. There you go.
Go on, boy.

Pretty quiet tonight.

Yes. Hasn't been
a word out of them

for more
than an hour.

I was talking
about you.

I met Mrs. Oleson
today.

Oh.

If Nellie's anything
like her mother,

I can understand why
Laura's been so upset.

Do you know
what she told me?

Mm-mmm-

she told me brown eggs
bring less than white.

Must be something
peculiar to Minnesota.

I never heard
of that before.

You never heard it before
'cause it isn't true.

She paid me 4 cents less
a dozen for the brown,

and then she turned
around and sold them

for exactly the same
as the white.

I was buying this thread.
I heard her do it.

I'll talk to her husband.
He's a fair man.

No. If you do that,
she won't buy any eggs.

We need the money.

I'll handle it.

Want to fight
your own battles, huh?

This one.

And, Charles,
I intend to win.

Just remember--
do unto others...

♪ Ring around the rosy ♪

♪ pocketful of posies ♪

♪ ashes, ashes,
we all fall down ♪

Come on, Laura.
Don't you want to play?

Why do we always have to
play ring around the rosy?

Because I say so.

♪ Ring around the rosy ♪

Laura: ♪ uncle John
is sick a-bed ♪

♪ what shall we
send him? ♪

♪ Piece of pie,
a piece of cake ♪

♪ uncle John is sick a-bed,
what shall we send him? ♪

Laura Ingalls,
you stop that!

♪ Apple and dumpling ♪

What shall we
send it in?

Stop!

You have it your way every
single day, Nellie.

Well, today, I want
to play uncle John!

Ring around the rosy!

Uncle John!

You want to fight,
I'll fight!

You want to play, we're
playing uncle John!

Go on. Go ahead.

So I did what you said
I shouldn't.

That is,
I did unto Nellie,

but not what
you had in mind.

I'm sorry for going
against you.

Seems like it kept
building up inside me

right from
that first day.

Well, at least you did one
thing right, half-pint.

I did?

Mm-hmm. You came to us
and told us on your own.

Your ma and I didn't have to
hear it from somebody else.

Now what do you think
we ought to do about it?

Whatever you think's
best, pa,

but she did start it.

You thought you had good
reason for what you did.

And this time,
just for once,

I'm inclined to
agree with you.

The important thing is, are
you going to do it again?

No, pa.

That a promise?

Promise.

All right. We won't
say any more about it.

Off to bed.

Half-pint, don't forget now.
You made a promise.

You won't do it again.

Oh, no, pa. I won't.

I won't have to.

Nellie's scared
of me now.

Charles, you were
much too easy on her.

She's not the least bit
sorry for what she did.

You heard what the child said.
It was Nellie's fault.

The Bible says
turn the other cheek.

I think that's sometimes
easier said than done,

or we'd all be wearing
halos instead of homespun.

You're as bad
as she is.

Well, at least she
comes by it honestly.

Morning,
Mrs. Ingalls.

Good morning,
Mr. Oleson.

Well, I expect you're
here to apologize

for what happened
yesterday at the school.

I'm here to sell eggs,
Mrs. Oleson.

Hmm.

I might have
expected as much.

Let me tell you something, Mrs.
Ingalls.

Your daughter Laura
is a troublemaker,

and you'd best
take her in hand.

Starting fights
in the schoolyard

and pushing other
children around!

Nellie apparently has her
own version of the truth.

If you'd care to question
the other children--

brown eggs are still
4 cents less.

You didn't bring
any brown eggs.

Oh, my husband sold them
to the men at hanson's mill

for 3 cents more
than you paid me.

That's gratitude.

No. That's
good business.

Maybe they'll buy
your white eggs as well.

As a matter of fact, my husband
said they'd be glad to get them.

Good day, Mrs. Oleson.

Now, Mrs. Ingalls...

I'm a very busy woman,

too busy to quibble
over pennies.

Um, we'll buy
your brown eggs,

same price
as the white.

If it's yard goods
you're after, Mrs. Ingalls,

you'll find this is
more to your needs.

Thank you,
Mrs. Oleson.

Mm-hmm.

I prefer this.

Won't wear well.

Country folk have to think
more on the practical.

I'll take the blue.

It will be a mistake.

Then it will be
my mistake.

I believe
it's customary

to let the buyer do the choosing, Mrs.
oleson.

That's quite
all right.

I beg your pardon.

I'll take a dress
length, please.

Well, it does
come dear,

but there's not a finer piece
of goods in the store.

It's going to look right
smart on you, Mrs. Ingalls.

Don't touch, Laura!
You'll get it all grubby.

I don't know
what possessed me,

spending so much
money on myself.

If Mrs. Oleson just hadn't gone
on so about country folks,

as if all we're fit
to wear is flour sacks.

I'm glad
you bought it.

So am I.

Charles:
So am I.

Pride goeth
before a fall.

I'll just take it back
and see if Mr. Oleson

will give me
the money on it.

Caroline, why do you
think the good lord

went to all that trouble
of making you so pretty

if he didn't want you
to have a new blue dress?

You'll be beautiful, ma.

I can't wait
till everyone sees you.

They're going to think they're
looking at a piece of heaven.

If they don't
think that already,

I can't say much
for their judgment

or their eyesight.

Oh! What am I
going to do with you?

What am I going to do
with the lot of you?

Laura, narrating:
Ma gathered enough eggs

to walk us into town

two or 3 times every week.

Sometimes, she'd tell us about

when she was a little girl.

I tried scrunching her
down in my mind,

so as I could see her
all barefoot, pigtails flying,

but it never did work.

She kept right on being mom,

which was all right,

since we loved her a whole lot
just the way she was.

Arithmetic was easy,

and I liked reading most of all,

but writing--i didn't
think I'd ever learn

to put down big words
the way Mary did,

not even with ma to help me.

Wait up, Mary!

Don't tell
till I get there!

Ma! Ma!

Caroline:
What's the matter?

Where's pa?

What's going on
down there?

Laura: We're going to
have a visitors' day.

Practically everybody
in town will be there.

You and ma and all the
parents and all the kids.

You get to see where
Mary and me sit.

Mary: We all have to write
what they call an essay

about anything we want and stand
up in front and read it out loud.

And you could wear
your new blue dress.

You better get
started on that, ma.

It's the end
of this week.

You two better get busy
on your essays right now.

We will.
Come on!

And wait till you smell
miss beadle's lemon verbena!

Laura, narrating:
Ma and Mary and me

worked hard and steady
that whole week,

but before we knew it,
time was up.

Visitors' day
was the next morning.

Ma's dress
was pretty near done,

and so was Mary's essay.

Mary: Well,
I'm finished.

Know what
I wrote about?

What, dear?

About pa building the
little house on the prairie

and the wolves
and the Indians

and having to move on

and how we came
to plum creek.

How's that sound?

That sounds
good to me.

What did you write about, Laura?

Mine? Mine's
a surprise.

Well, that's
fair enough.

I'll tell you,
that surprise

is going to come pretty
early in the morning.

It's about time for you
girls to be getting to bed.

I know it's time
for Carrie and me.

I'll put her to sleep.

Come on, Laura.

In a minute.

What is it, Laura?

The essay?

It's not an essay--
not like Mary's.

It's not supposed
to be like Mary's.

She's older
than you are.

She knows more words.

I know lots of
words, ma.

Trouble is,
they're in my head,

and I can't get
'em down on paper

like they're
supposed to be.

All I know how to write
is little words.

That's all you're
supposed to know.

You're just saying that
to make me feel better.

I'm saying that
because it's true.

Ma...

If I was to
tell you something,

could you
keep it secret?

If you ask me to,
of course.

I'm scared.

I'm scared of getting up in
front of all those people.

I just know they're
going to laugh at me.

Darling, they
won't laugh.

All that miss beadle
asks of you

is that you
do your best.

And as long as you
do your best, Laura,

we'll always
be proud of you.

But they
laughed before,

when they called us
long-legged snipes.

That was just teasing,

and that was before
they knew you.

But what if
they do laugh?

They won't, Laura.

They won't.

Caroline?

Caroline?

Yes?

Are you all right?

Everything's fine,
Charles.

I'm sorry if the light
disturbed you.

No, it's all right.

Must be midnight.
Why don't you come to bed?

I will,
soon as I'm finished.

Good night.

Come on, girls!
Time for breakfast!

There we go.

Mary: Morning, pa!

Morning, Mary.

Some milk? Uh.

Laura: Morning, pa.

Good morning,
sweetie.

Mmm, you look pretty
this morning.

Mwah. Hi, darling.

Caroline: Good morning!

Ma, you used
your yard goods

to make dresses for us.

And why not?

My brown dress
is perfectly good.

There.

Besides, I don't have to get up
in front of all those people

like you do.

We wouldn't have minded
wearing our calicoes.

We wouldn't
have minded.

Well, I would have minded.

How long are you
going to make me wait

to see how
they look on you?

I'm going to put
mine on right now.

I surely do love you, ma.

You're quite a woman, ma.

I want a new dress
for my Dolly.

Ha ha ha! You'll get
one, sweetheart.

Willie: "I have been riding
horses all of my days.

I like riding horses
more than I like..."

"More than I like...

"I like riding horses.

"My pa is going to
buy me a pony.

"He will let me pick out
any pony in the town...

To buy for me
for my birthday."

Miss beadle:
Thank you, Willie.

And now we'll hear
from Nellie oleson.

"My home.

"My home is the best house
in all of walnut grove.

"We have carpets in every
room...boughten carpets.

"We have 3 sets of dishes:

"One for every day,
one for Sunday,

and one for when someone--"

"...for someone special and
very important comes to visit,

which we've never
even used yet."

"We have real
lace curtains..."

"And 6 genuine
oil paintings and--"

"And 6 genuine oil paintings,

"and I have my own room,
and Willie has his own.

"All of our furniture
is boughten, too,

"and it cost a whole lot.

"If I told you how much,
you'd probably faint dead away.

"But my pa,
oleson's mercantile,

"says talking about how much
things cost isn't proper,

"but it cost dear,
I can tell you that,

"and it's the nicest furniture
of any furniture

in any house
in walnut grove."

Thank you, Nellie.

And now we'll hear
from Laura Ingalls.

"My mother."

My sister Mary
is going to tell you

how pa brought us west
and how hard he worked,

and I don't mean to take
anything from him

by telling you
ma worked plenty hard herself.

Still does.

She cooks and sews
and cleans

and takes care of
the lot of us, pa included.

I remember once
when I was little,

coming down with the fever.

Ma sat up next to me
all night long.

I slept some,
but she, never.

Anytime I'd open my eyes,
she'd be there, smiling,

putting a cold cloth
to my head.

Now with me and Mary
sprouting up--

which is what ma
calls it--

if there's the least
littlest noise in the night,

ma would come climbing
up the ladder into the loft

to make sure
we're all right.

I reckon there's times
she gets bone-tired,

but you'd never know it.

Her smile's
the last thing I see

before I close my eyes
at night

and the first thing
I want to see in the morning.

She's been selling eggs
to the mercantile

and saved enough to buy yard goods
to make herself a new dress.

This morning, Mary and me found out she
made dresses for the two of us instead.

That's because
she loves us.

That's the kind
of mother ma is,

and that's why
we love her so much.

You're a lucky man,
Mr. Ingalls.

Well, thank you, Mr. Oleson.

Guess that's the one thing
in this life

I'm absolutely sure of.

Mrs. Oleson: Nels!

Very lucky.

Ma'am.

Ma, pa, what
did you think?

Did you like
my essay?

I thought it was
lovely, Mary.

You made me out
to be a bit of a hero,

but I guess I can't
fault you for that.

Laura.

What you said today
was beautiful,

and I'll treasure it
as long as I live,

but...

It wasn't what you had written
down on the paper, was it?

It's what I would have
written if I could.

I know that, dear,

but it wasn't really
an essay, was it?

No, ma.

I think I better
give it to miss beadle.

What do you think
she'll do?

That's up to
miss beadle.

Ah, Mrs. Ingalls!

You and your husband must be
very proud of your girls today.

We are.

And you, young lady,

you gave one of
the finest recitations

it's been my pleasure
to hear.

Laura wanted you to see
her paper, miss beadle.

Oh.

Yes.

Laura's spelling
has improved a great deal.

Her penmanship
needs a little improvement.

But I think with
a little more hard work,

by the time
the school year's out,

she'll have that
mastered as well.

Thank you,
miss beadle.

Laura, narrating: Ma took
Mary's essay and mine, too.

She said she was going to
put them in the special box

where she kept the schoolbooks
and her wedding dress

and everything
she loved most.

Made us proud she'd want 'em
for remembering.

But I knew,
even without the papers,

there wasn't one of us
likely to forget that day.

Not ever.