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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 ♪

♪ living their lives in a brand new town ♪

♪doing the best they can ♪

♪ four little women are on their own ♪

♪ looking to make their stand ♪

♪ fortunes of war can change their way ♪

♪we imagine their lives will be ♪

♪ the march family are on their way ♪

Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy ♪

Earlier today our family received a telegram saying

that our father is seriously ill and hospitalized

in Washington D.C.

The telegram went on to say that it would probably be

best if marmee could leave home as soon as possible to be

by father's side.

She's leaving first thing tomorrow morning.

Naturally we were all imagining the worst.

Morning, father.

Time for you to get up.

Time for you to rise and shine.

Marmee's fixed breakfast and everyone's... do you hear me?

Father, what's wrong?

Oh.

What?

Oh no! Father!

Oh!

Thank heaven it was a dream.

But I... whew.

Ah.

Oh. Meg.

You startled me.

Marmee, what are you doing awake at this hour?

I was just about to go to bed now, dear.

You should be trying to get some sleep too, Meg.

Marmee, I love you.

Father will come back home again, won't he?

Yes, of course he will.

He expects all of us to be strong for him.

And the good lord will help us. Meg?

Marmee, I'm scared.

I'm having awful nightmares.

Oh. God willing, everything will turn out fine.

Huh?

What?

Jo?

Jo, why are you crying?

Is it because of father? Jo?

No.

Then why?

Why are you crying?

Because I've sold my hair.

Oh.

I somehow knew you'd be forever sorry about doing

that, Jo.

Oh Meg, I don't regret doing that.

I wanted so to do something for father.

It wasn't much but it was the least I could do, and I

don't regret it one bit.

Then why are you unhappy?

I'm not unhappy.

I was just feeling sorry for myself.

That's all.

I miss my long hair.

But now I feel just fine.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm very sure.

But Meg dear, why are you not tucked in bed?

Hmm, you have to promise not to say anything.

Sure.

I had a horrible nightmare that father was dying in

the hospital.

And you're rather upset about this, Meg.

Yes.

Wouldn't you be upset?

I guess I would be upset.

But you worry way too much, and that's why you had the

bad dream.

Oh really?

Listen, why don't you imagine yourself having fun.

Oh?

And just what exactly would that accomplish, Jo?

For one thing you wouldn't be tossing and turning all

night from imagining the worst outcome.

Oh?

Maybe.

I'll give it a try.

Good night, Meg.

Good night, Jo.

Hurry and grow back.

Please.

Good morning, Mr. Lawrence.

Good morning, Meg.

Mr. Lawrence, I want to thank you very much for seeing

after my mother.

Any time.

Well, we appreciate it very much and I wanted you to know

it, sir.

My pleasure.

Now, Mr. Brooke, do be conscientious taking care of

Mrs. march.

Yes, sir.

I love you and I'll miss you very much.

Now, while I'm away please behave and you mind your

sisters, Amy.

Beth, you be sure to help.

All of you help Hannah in the kitchen and around the house,

you promise?

We will.

Marmee.

Goodbye.

Give father a kiss for me.

I will do that.

And you can continue to pray for father.

You can depend on that, and you take care of father

for us, ok?

With all my heart.

Jo dear?

Huh?

I'm extremely proud of you.

And so marmee was off to Washington to see after father

and to take care of him as best she could.

We waved goodbye not knowing what tomorrow might bring.

Marmee promised she would send us word as soon as she could

so the next few days are going to be anxious times for us.

Marmee had told us we should try to be hopeful.

But we were all pretty worried.

I don't want to you hesitate calling on me if you

should need any help.

Thank you, Mr. Lawrence, but we've agreed to pull

ourselves together as a family.

That's good to hear.

And my offer stands.

Theodore, let's go get us some breakfast.

No. You go on ahead.

I'll just be a minute or two.

Fine.

Jo, wait.

I'm just now noticing your hair, Jo.

My, my.

It's about time.

Why would you want to be wearing your hair so short?

Don't you like it?

Well, it's going to take some getting used to.

But no, I don't really like it.

I liked it better long.

It was really beautiful.

I'm sorry you feel that way but it will grow back.

For your information, Jo got 25 dollars for getting

her hair cut off.

What are do you mean by that?

Jo was paid to have our hair cut off, and she donated

the money to marmee so she could visit...

Amy. That's enough. Get inside.

My goodness, Jo.

I had no idea.

Why didn't you say something?

Why didn't you tell me?

Why is it that I have to explain everything to

everybody who asks me about my hair?

Hmm.

Well, I thought you looked really nice with long hair and

now I think you look really nice with short hair.

I'm truly sorry about what I said before.

Honest I am, Jo.

That's nice.

That's sweet.

It's ok.

It is a lot colder with short hair, though.

Sundays were usually happy days for us, but with marmee

gone and father in the hospital, everybody was

feeling pretty gloomy.

No one had to say so but we were all worried about father

and what the next few days would bring.

In fact, I think we were all a little afraid to even talk

about it.

Would you play something for us?

I'm not really in the mood, Jo.

You mind?

I'm just depressed.

I thought the music would maybe cheer us up a little bit.

Beth, wait.

You don't have to play if you don't want to.

No, Meg. I think I will.

Oh, wonderful!

Enough!

Stop it please.

How depressing can you get?

I'm already depressed.

I want to hear something cheery.

I prefer something like that, too.

I agree with them.

You know, Beth, something fun and exciting.

Ah!

Well, Beth played cheery exciting music for us that

Sunday but try as she might, we were all still very very

gloomy and depressed.

It seemed like nothing was going to lift our spirits

either except word that father was going to be all right.

Hello, Amy.

How are you doing?

Hi!

Hi.

Whatever happens if you receive a letter or a

telegram, make sure you contact me as Mr. king's house.

Sure.

But don't you think it's a little too soon to be getting

word back?

I suppose you're right.

It may take a couple of more days before we hear from

mother about father's condition.

Oh boy.

The suspense is nerve racking.

Ok, Meg. Thanks for waiting.

We can go.

Bye, Beth.

Bye. So long.

Hi there.

Hi, Laurie. Hello.

Sorry I'm late, sir.

It's all right, son.

I just saw Jo and Meg leaving for work.

I suppose they're very worried about their father.

Very.

Speaking of that, didn't you tell Mr. Brooke to send us

word about him?

Indeed I did.

I instructed him to send a complete report without delay.

Why haven't we heard then?

Well, tomorrow perhaps.

What a tragedy it would be if Mr. march died.

Theodore, don't let this get you down.

You mustn't let this interfere with your schooling plans.

No. But...

You know what?

I really don't feel like working.

I think the best thing to do is not to worry until we

hear something definite.

I sure hope those king children behave today.

I'm in no mood for rowdy behavior.

You think you have it bad.

I have to deal with aunt Marge.

I hope she's not in a grumpy mood today.

Well, I'll see you at home later.

Try to have a nice day.

Bye.

Yep. 25 dollars.

Thank you very much auntie.

Money doesn't grow on trees so be careful how you spend it.

Auntie, do I look like a wastrel?

You look like you're about to leave.

I am not.

I'm going to pull up a chair right here so you and I can

chat for a few minutes.

Chat about what?

We can talk about Mr. march.

Is he feeling better?

We have no way of knowing, but he's in

critical condition.

Aunt Marge, I'm lucky that i never had to fight

in this conflict.

Hmm.

What's the matter with that?

Don't you agree?

Make sense to me you can't be killed or wounded if you don't

fight in a war.

I just wish you had gone instead of him.

What?

You heard me.

I said I wish you had gone off to war instead of him.

You don't have parents or a family of your own.

So what? You ask me I'm much too young to die, aunt Marge.

David, plenty of young men have given their lives to

preserve the nation and end slavery.

I beg your pardon.

I didn't realize you were such a patriot and with my life,

at that.

I've always been a patriot and you should be, too.

You're really worried about march family, aren't you?

Frederick has a wife and four daughters.

Of course I'm worry about them.

What will happen to them if Mr. march should die?

Bite your tongue!

Don't even mention that in my presence.

Now you'd better be leaving.

Rrah! Better be leaving.

May I see Jo?

She'll be in the library.

Well, I'm going to go and see if I can cheer her up.

See ya.

Mind what you do with that money, you hear?

I heard you the first time, aunt Marge.

And thanks for the loan.

Hmph.

Oh, there you are.

Hello.

How are you?

Fine.

We haven't talked in a while.

So?

Hmm, how do I put this.

I'm sorry to hear about your father's con...

Is that so funny to you?

Are you laughing about our father's critical condition?

I'm sorry.

It's your hair!

I want you to leave this house right now!

Hmph.

Uh-oh.

I'll get it, Jo.

Come back here.

Hey!

Whoa!

Got ya.

I'm trying to do a good deed and you stand there laughing

at me. Why?

It's not very nice to make fun of somebody when they're

trying to help you... uh-oh.

Doggone it anyway!

You look funny.

Thanks.

Bye, Jo.

Hey, wait a minute.

Let me look at you, Jo.

Whatever did you do to your hair?

I cut it.

What for?

Because I did. It's my hair.

Go ahead and laugh if you want to.

I won't mind.

Well, what are you waiting for?

I don't want to laugh at you.

And why not?

What's the matter with you?

My hair is short and people are laughing.

I'm not laughing.

Actually I find it becoming.

If that's your idea of a joke, it's not funny.

I'm not joking.

I meant what I said.

I think your hair is nice.

Besides, to tell you the truth i really prefer you

with short hair.

And frankly it's boring to have all the women to have

their hair the same length.

Anthony, you aren't just saying that?

I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.

I hope you know me better than that.

Your hair looks terrific.

It even fits your personality.

Thanks. I accept you at your word.

Anyway, you're interested in being a novelist, aren't you?

That means you're more interested in new ideas and

enriching your mind than what the latest fashion and hair is

at any given moment.

So you see you really ought to feel good about your

short hair because it sets you apart.

Hey, I better beat it.

I have an appointment. I gotta hurry.

Bye now, Jo.

I'll be seeing you later.

Bye, Anthony.

When will that man realize that I'm more than interested

in being a novelist, that I've already written my

first full length book?

Didn't I see you talking to someone a moment ago?

Yes. That was Anthony.

Anthony is a reporter friend.

That's nice.

If you're on your way home, why don't you get in the carriage?

I'll be glad to give you a lift.

I can't help but wonder about what you said about the

reporter fellow, that he was a friend.

What?

I'd like you to think of me as a friend in the same way

that you do him, Josephine.

I could never do that.

It would be disrespectful.

Hmm.

I don't consider it disrespectful to be called a friend.

In fact, I'm happy to tell people miss Josephine march is

a very good friend of mine.

Well, all right.

Then now we're friends.

That's fine with me. Now about your father...

There hasn't been any news about him.

Don't worry about it.

If we had received a telegram today, it would probably have

meant his condition had taken a turn for the worst.

The fact that we haven't heard anything is a good sign.

He's probably taken a turn for the better with your

mother's arrival.

I pray that's what happened.

Thank you again.

Hey, what do you know about that!

Grandpa and Jo are becoming friends.

We're sitting down to another meal with marmee gone.

I wonder how many more suppers before she comes home.

I hope this is the last.

This house is not a home without marmee's warm smile

and love filling the air.

Of course Jo told us what Mr. Lawrence said about no news

being good news.

But it seems to me no news is just that, no news.

Go boy, ha!

Getty up!

I have to see miss march right away, please.

Oh.

How is your father, Meg?

We can't be sure but mother says he's out of danger,

thank heaven.

Oh.

That's good news!

Goodie!

Here. You can read it.

Then please take it to Jo immediately.

I'd be happy to.

Well, all our prayers seemed to be answered in the

letter from marmee and the suspense was over.

It turns out father had been wounded but a fragment of

metal from a canon ball.

Shrapnel Jo called it.

But the wound wasn't very serious.

The doctors are still keeping a close watch over father

because he developed typhoid fever.

For a while it almost got the best of him.

But now he's doing better.

As Hannah might say, father is not out of the woods yet,

but we have every reason in the world to be hopeful.

And thankful.

♪ Fortunes of war can change their way ♪

♪we imagine their lives will be ♪

♪ the march family are on their way ♪

♪ Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy ♪