All language subtitles for Little.House.on.the.Prairie.S04E19.The.Stranger.1080p.BluRay.x264-OFT_track3_[eng]

Hello, Peter.

Is school session
over already?

No, sir.

I have something
for you,

and I have
something
to tell you.

Can't it hold?
We're in the middle
of things here.

I have to
tell you, sir.

I was
expelled...

For cheating
and stealing.

It's all
in the letter.

Ohh...

They wrote you
about it earlier,

but you
didn't answer,

so they
sent me home.

Your father's
been away, Peter.

Go to your room.

We'll discuss it later.

We will
discuss it later.

I'll be done in a tiff,
master Peter.

If you'd let us know
you were coming,

we'd have had
everything ready.

Why don't you pop in
and say hello
to your grandmama?

She'll be hurt
if you didn't.

Woman: Indeed I am.

That will do, Maggie.

Well, Peter...

And what have
you got to say
for yourself?

The headmaster's
wife wrote me.

It wasn't much.

On Saturdays we'd go
from shop to shop

and lift
whatever we could.

And whoever came back
with the most

got to be called
"artful dodger"
for the week.

Items you vitally
needed, no doubt.

And the cheating?

Deniver got hold
of the Latin quiz,

and we memorized
the answers.

It was a lark, really.

I knew the answers
already.

And it shook the school
to its very foundations.

I declare
our pundits were born
utterly without humor.

Ahh, Mr. Lundstrom.

Peter and I
have been over his
several peccadilloes,

and in my opinion,

he's had sufficient
punishment already.

I don't intend
to punish him.

You don't?! How rare
for us to be in agreement.

Ah! Well, that
settles the matter.

I'll write
to the headmaster,
bully him a little,

and we'll have Peter
back in the school
in no time.

Not at that school
we won't.

But it's
the best around!

Your wife chose it
with your consent.

I knew nothing about it.
I relied completely on her,

but now I've seen
some of the boys

that came out
of that school,

and I simply
don't like them.

I want him to have
something that he
has never yet had--

something that I had
when I was his age.

Well,
according to the tales
you told my daughter,

that wasn't very much.

Lundstrom:
It was enough for me.

I made my way.

I helped my father
and his brothers dig the sod
for the houses that we built.

I learned to cut
a straight furrow.

Do you propose
to put a shovel
in Peter's hands

and set him
to farming?

I may. I may not.

I'll have
to make arrangements
with my cousin first.

May we learn
what sort
of arrangements?

And where
is this cousin?

In Minnesota.

Oh! And you propose
to ship the boy out

to this godforsaken
wilderness?

My daughter,
god rest her,

would never
have allowed
such a thing.

She would have
encouraged it.

Peter...

Contrary to what
your grandmother
may think,

I'm not sending you
out to exile.

I'm sending you to find
a sense of values.

I'm going to make
the arrangements.

Well, Peter, this
is where you're going
to spend the summer.

I'm afraid that
you're going to
find conditions here

somewhat
more primitive than
back home, Peter,

but your auntie
will--

we're comfortable, Peter,
and you will be, too.

Thank heaven
we're here.

I must use
the water closet.

Willie: The water closet!
What's that?

Uh, Peter, we don't
call it that here.

It's, um, it's
around outside in back.

Willie, show him.

Come on.

Oh,
so embarrassing!

Over here.

Where?

Here!

Outside?

Sure! Why do you
think they call it
an outhouse?

Wouldn't
want this thing

sitting in
your living room,
would you?

Go on!

Don't fall in!

He didn't even know
what an outhouse was.

Oh, that's
enough, Willie!

Well, pa told me
to show him.

All right.
Just take the bag
up there with your sister.

Go along.

Hey, Nels.

Hello, Charles.

Made good time
from sleepy eye.

Pretty good, yeah.

Well, I'm beholden
to you for keeping
an eye on the store.

It was
my pleasure.

The missis would have
every one of us go
to meet him.

Here's the books.
Take a look.
Been pretty quiet.

No, there's no hurry,
you know.

Harriet: Well,
I warned you, Peter,

you might find things
rather primitive here,

but your uncle is going
to install facilities inside

as soon as
he has the time.

Peter, I'd
like you to meet
a friend of ours--

Mr. Ingalls.

Peter,
nice to meet you.

Thank you, sir.

Harriet: Well,
come along, Peter.

You must be exhausted
from your travels.

Right up the steps.

Your auntie is going
to take care of you.

His pa wrote a letter.

The missis
read it her way.
I read it mine.

It seems the boy
has been in some
trouble at school.

His pa asked me
to give him chores,

make him earn his way,
teach him a sense
of values.

There's nothing
wrong with that.

I can't even
do it with my own,

not with Harriet
teaching them otherwise.

Well, just look on
it as a challenge.

That's easy
for you to say.

You need any help,
just call me.

Yeah. I'll do that.

Thanks again, Charles.

You bet.

All you brought
was clothes.

You didn't bring
anything to play with.

Uh! Willie!

Mind
your manners.

My grandmama packed
these presents.

She said I should
be sure to say

they were a small token
of my gratitude

for your hospitality.

My! Well,
she shouldn't have.

Ha ha ha!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh, this is
so exciting!

Oh!

Oh, my.

Oh, it's simply
beautiful.

Oh, my. Well, I must write
to your grandmama

and thank her,

and you must write,
too, children.

Nellie: Oh, yes.
I'll use my best
stationery.

Harriet:
You, too, Willie.

Couldn't I just
send the tie back?

Harriet: Willie!

Peter: And this
is for your father.

Harriet: You take it down to him
right now, Willie.

Now!

Yes, ma'am.

I can't wait
to show my friends.

All right, darling,
but don't get it dirty.

Oh, my!

Oh!

This is
from the orient,
I'm sure.

It's pure silk.
I'm sure it is.

I'm sure.

Well, let's get you
all unpacked now

so you can
go out and play.

I'm--I'm rather tired.

I don't feel
like playing today.

Oh! What is this?

Why, this is
simply beautiful!

That's for chapel.

We all had
to wear them.

Well, you shall
wear this to church
tomorrow

and show
walnut grove what
proper folk wear.

Oh, my!

[Simpers]

You are going
to set your Mark

on walnut grove,
Peter.

Having trouble
sleeping, Peter?

Yes, sir.

Well, takes some
getting used to,
I know.

When I was your age,
give or take some,

my aunt and uncle
took me in.

My mother
had the sickness.

I remember I felt
very strange
at first,

but in
no time at all,
I got used to it,

and when I went
back home,

I actually
missed them.

Well, we're all
strangers, boy,

until
we become friends.

I know
you'll miss your pa

just like
he'll miss you,

but it will pass.

He won't miss me.

Well, now, what kind
of a thing is that
to say?

Just the truth.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Peter.

Good morning,
your lordship.

You're a lot
of nincompoops--

every one of you!

Nincompoops.

Did you
hear that?

We're nincompoops.

Peter: Hey!

Harriet:
Oh! For heaven's sakes!

Now stop that!

Oh, you ruffians!

You brats!

Go on!
Get out of here!

You go on home!

Peter, wait.

Now, let him be.

You've caused
enough trouble
as it is.

Don't you talk
to me like that.

Well, then
behave yourself,

and try to use
the sense that
god gave you.

I want to go home,
uncle Nels.

I'm sorry. I can't go
against your father's
wishes, boy.

I want to be
sent home.

Peter, I'm sorry.
I know the boys
can be cruel,

and they were,

but they didn't mean
any harm by it.

They're a good lot,
most of them.

You get to know them
a few days,

and you'll
take to them and
they to you, too.

You'll see.

Willie: Dinner's ready.
It's roast ham!

All right. We'll
talk about this
again after we eat.

I'm not hungry.

All right.

And I shan't eat
till you send me home!

Well, your stomach's
going to say different,

but, uh, suit yourself.

Harriet: Did you tell Peter
that dinner is ready?

Nels: The boy doesn't
want to eat!

Harriet: But he has to.

Nels: Harriet, please!

[Knock on door]

Harriet: Peter!

Oh, I'm sorry
about those ruffians.

I won't let them
bother you again. I promise.

Peter,
I know you're upset,

but, now, you should
really eat something.

You really should.

That statue
on the steps

could do with
a bit of dusting.

Yes, I'm afraid
you're right,
Mrs. Garvey.

Can I help you?

My day to help.
Telegraph for you,
and a package for--

oh! For me!

Oh!

Willie,
where are you?

Willie:
Up here, ma.

Harriet: Oh! Ha ha!

Willie, I have
a surprise for you.

What is it?

Oh, wait
till you see.

Oh! Here.

I want you
to try this on.

I ain't wearin' that!

Don't say "ain't,"
and you are.

[Footsteps]

Here! Willie, show your father
how nice you look.

Where
in heaven's name
did you get that?

I sent for it!

Why should Peter be
the only one properly
dressed in this town?

Oh, Harriet.

Well!

Can I go show
my friends
my new suit?

You mean
you like that?

Sure, I do.

There! You see!

Do you really, Willie?

Yup. Now can
I go show 'em?

Yes!

Only you
mustn't play, now.

You must keep it all
nice and fresh, darling,

for church, eh?

I won't play. I promise.

All right.

Ha ha!

Ah, well.

At least one man in this family
appreciates good taste.

[Boys laughing]

Hey, look at Willie.

Well, looky here.

It's little
prince Willie.

Ah!

What are
you doing?

Boy: That's
my good shirt!

Willie: So what?

I'll give you
"so what!"

Boy: That's the way,
Tommy!

That's
"so what."

Boy:
Hey, let's get him!

[Fabric ripping]

[Boys shouting]

Nels!

Oh! Oh! You get
away from him!

Get away
from him!

Oh, my Willie!
Are you--

Willie: They ruined
my wonderful suit!

Well, I told you
not to play in it!

You call that playing?

Oh, look at you!
You're practically
naked! Get inside!

Yes, ma'am.
Oh, here.

Oh, get in there!
Oh, this town!
These people!

Just look what
they've done to him!

I see, I see.

And it isn't the town
that bought him
that silly suit.

It was you.

You made a laughingstock
of Willie, and he
fought back.

I'm proud of him.

A laughingstock?

Well, that
just goes to show

what you know
about manners
and deportment.

You wrote a letter
to Peter's father

telling him that
he wanted to go home.

Well, it certainly
is the truth.

Well,
here's his answer.

But why
haven't you--

now--

why haven't
you shown that
to me before?

Because you were
too busy dressing
Willie up like a--

here. Read it.

Oh, you are the most
obstinate man

I have ever seen
in my life.

Uh!

Wha--

how dare he say
such things?

Because they're true.

Oh! What right has
he got to suggest

that I'm not capable
of teaching my children
the social graces?

He doesn't suggest
any such thing.

He doesn't even want
his son home, no!

But he can
criticize me!

Harriet, shut up!

[Whispering]
He didn't hear
what I said.

Of course
he heard you.

Everybody in hero
township heard you.

Well, why didn't you
tell me that he was
standing there?

Because, as usual,
I didn't want to interrupt
while you were talking.

Aunt Harriet was
a little excited,

and when
she's excited,

she says things
she doesn't mean.

Pa doesn't
want me at home.

Well,
that's not true.

He loves you, and he
wants you at home

but not until
you've spent
the summer here.

Mrs. Oleson
doesn't want me.

I want you,
and so does she,

only she's
just a little
excited now.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you
come in the store
with me,

and she'll tell you.

She'd be lying,
like you are!

I'm not lying,
Peter.

I'm trying
to help you.

Let me alone.

All right,
Peter.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Now, come on now.
Come on now. Hey!

That's enough. Whoa!

What in the name
of heaven
are you doing?

Nels, you let go
of that child!

Keep quiet and
get back inside.

Oh!

Now you
answer me.

Answer me!

All right.
Get upstairs.
Go on!

What's this
all about?

Oh, Charles.
I'm about at
the end of my wits,

I tell you.

That boy just sits
around and mopes,
and now this.

I wish to heaven
I'd told his father

I couldn't
have him here.

Well, being homesick
would explain
the moping around

but not
the broken windows.

I'm sure
it's his father.

He's got the idea
somehow or another

that his father
doesn't want him
around.

Well, do you think
there's any truth
in that?

No, no.

His father
was farm-born.

He wanted Peter
to spend the summer
here

so he'd learn some
of the values that he
did when he was a boy.

Peter doesn't
believe that,

and all he's learned
so far is how
to smash windows.

Oh, I swear.

Between Harriet
and the boy,

I'm at the end
of my rope.

Tell you what, Nels.
I got a field
needs clearing.

I could use a little help
for a couple of weeks.

He might even
make enough money
to pay for the windows.

Are you serious,
Charles?

It would be
a great favor
for me.

Oh, no.
No favor. I could
use the extra hand.

I'll pay him
the going wage
as long as he earns it,

and he can sleep
in the barn loft.

When
can he start?

How's tomorrow
morning sound?

Oh,
that's perfect!

You got it!

Charles:
Morning, Nels.

Morning, Charles.
Morning, Caroline.

Caroline:
Good morning,
Mr. Oleson.

Morning, Peter.

Well, here's
your hired hand.

All right, Peter.
Out you go.

You take care,
Nels.

I'll do that.

[Clicks tongue]

Peter...
My wife Caroline.

Peter lundstrom.

Good morning, Peter,
and welcome.
This is Mary...

Hi.

And Carrie
and Laura.

Laura: Hi.

Are you hungry?
You want some breakfast?

No.
I'm not hungry.

Oh, good. We can
get right to work, then.

I'll show you
where you sleep.

Uh, not that way.

You see, the family
sleeps in the house.

The hired help
sleeps in the barn.
Come on.

Get your bag.

Well, this is
where you bunk.

The straw's
good and fresh.

You can keep your
clothes in the box

over there
in the corner.

You can see the outhouse
right from the window.

Nels said he packed you
some work clothes
in this case.

You best get changed,
and we'll be ready
to go.

I prefer to wear
what I have on.

Well, I don't prefer it,
and you work for me.

As long as you do,
you'll do what I say.

And if I don't?

Then I'm gonna have
to bare your bottom
and give you a whuppin'.

I expect you changed
and downstairs
in 5 minutes.

Are you sure you
don't want to put on

those work gloves
I brought you?

Quite sure.

Suit yourself,

but those hands of yours
are gonna be sore
as the dickens.

All right.
That's lunch.

Take a half
an hour.

Ahh...

Oh, let's see
what we got here.

Mmm!
We got fried chicken
and biscuits.

Well,
I'm not hungry.

You sure?

Quite sure.

Oh, you're quite sure
about everything,
aren't you?

Mmm.

How are those hands?

Just fine.

Good.

You're not hungry,
you might as well
keep on working.

Well, you
just said that we--

I said
it was lunchtime.
That's time to eat.

Your hands
are all right,
you don't eat,

you might
as well work.

Well, go on.
Get to work.

Mmm!

I got some liniment
that will help those hands.

They're fine.

I know. You're
quite sure they're fine.

All right.
It's time for supper.

Hungry or not,
you'll sit at the table

from blessing
until I excuse you.

See you
in a few minutes.

Shall we bow
our heads?

Thank you, oh, lord,
for your kindness and your love

and for the bountiful feast
that you've placed before us.

Please help us
to be deserving.

We want to thank you, too,
for bringing young Peter
into our midst.

He's a good worker,
lord...

Does a man's day.

Help us and guide us.

Amen.

All: Amen.

Oh, Caroline.
This roast looks good.

You two worked so late,
I was afraid it would
be overcooked.

Well,
don't blame me.

Had to keep up
with Peter there.

Guarantee you
I'll sleep tonight.

Pa says you chopped
2 wagonloads.

I did?

Charles: Well,
you sure did.
Here you go.

That's going to be
a pretty good field.

I figure we ought to
be able to start seeding
in 3 days or so.

Can we help, pa?

Sure, you can.

With 3 of you working,
it'll get done real quick.

Almanac says we're going
to have a pretty good
year this year.

Mmm! Caroline,
this roast is delicious.

Caroline:
Thank you, Charles.

Is yours
all right, Peter?

Yes, ma'am.

Caroline: Would you like
some more milk?

Peter: Yes, ma'am.

Charles: Yes, indeed.

Think we're gonna have
a real good year.

Caroline:
Here you go, dear.

Peter: Thank you.

Mary: Just stay
on the furrow line.

Makes it easy to keep
the rows straight.

Laura: Our pa plows
the straightest
furrows

in hero township.

Peter: I can see!

The edge of the field
looks like it was drawn
with a ruler!

It was--the one he
carries in his head.

You talk a lot
about your papa...
Your pa.

Sure. Don't you?

I don't know much
about mine.

He goes
to business mostly.

Well, our pa's
always working,

but he's around
when we need him.

Yeah.

Charles: You know,
I'm really proud of you.

A man never had
a better planting crew.

Mary:
Thanks, pa.

I feel like going swimming
if I can get somebody
to go along with me.

Laura: Yay!

Peter:
I'm kind of tired.

I don't feel
like swimming.

Charles:
Ah, come on.

After a long, hot
day in the dust,

a swim
will make you feel
like a new man.

Well, I don't have
a swimsuit.

Don't worry
about that.

We swim in
our underwear.

Well, I thank you
for the invitation, but--

hey, no buts.
You're working for me,
and I'm paying you,

and I say we're
going swimming.

Yes, sir.

[Mary and Laura giggling]

Charles: Ha ha ha!

Laura: Come on, pa!

Mary: Yeah. Tell Peter
to hurry, pa.

All right.

Hey, Peter.

Come on. Hurry up!

You can't swim
if you don't get
in the water.

I...

What's the matter?

I, uh...
I--

come on, come on.

It's all right.
Speak up. What is it?

I can't swim, sir.

Oh, I see.

That does create
a problem, don't it?

But it's not one
we can't solve.

Why don't
I just teach you?
How's that?

It's all right.
Nothing to be scared of.

All right, sir.

That's my boy.

Uh, is it deep?

Deep? Well, I'll
tell you, there's only
one way to find out.

What are you doing?

Well, I said you
can't learn to swim

if you don't
get in the water.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, help!

Come on.
Now kick your feet
and paddle your arms.

That's it.

There you go!

I'm doing it!

I'm swimming!

You're darn right
you're swimming.

Ha ha ha!

But you
didn't have to.

The water's
only 2 feet deep.

Oh!

Ah!

Ha ha ha!

Charles: Ha!

Oh! Ha ha!

I am tired.

How about you?

Yeah.

But it was
such fun.

Yeah, it was fun
if I do say so myself.

Better get on up there,
get some sleep, huh?

Uncle Charles?

Hmm?

I...I've never had--

I never--

Good night,
uncle Charles.

Good night, boy.

See you
in the morning.

Oh, Peter.

Peter, let me
look at you.

I've been
so worried.

Oh, your hands.

Look at
your hands!

They're just some calluses
and a couple of blisters.

Oh, blisters!
Blisters on your hands.

Better on your hands
than on your behind.

Oh!

That's what
uncle Charles says.

Uncle Charles?

Really!

Well, Peter,
how are you?

Fine, sir.
Working hard.

Yeah, I know. Come on
over here to the counter.

I've got something
to show you.

Here we are, huh?
Yeah.

Now, this is
your complete debt.

That includes the cost
of all the wood and
glass and the putty,

minus what Mr. Ingalls
has paid me for the work
you've done on his farm.

This shows a minus?

It's a credit...

Due and payable
to you.

43 cents.

Ha ha ha!

A little jingling money
for your pocket.

I must say
you did a fine job.

I thought it would
take you all summer
to get square.

Charles: Oh, no.
Not the way he works.

I suppose you'd like
to go back to the Ingalls.

If you don't mind,
sir.

He says he has
more work for me.

You go.

Have a good time.

Thank you,
uncle.

Bye, auntie.

Bye.

Charles: Don't
you worry, Nels.

We'll take
good care of him.

-Thanks again, Charles.
-You bet.

Your cousin sent him
to us to take care of.

Yeah. So he did.

But the Ingalls
can offer him more
than we can.

Of what?

Blisters?

Just about
everything, Harriet.

Penny for
your thoughts.

Oh, I was
just thinking
about the boy.

You'll miss him.

I got used to being
called uncle Charles.

He'll miss you,
too.

I hope not really.

I hope he finds
a little at home
of what he found here.

What time will
they be here?

Early
tomorrow afternoon.

He wants me to take him
out by the lake.

Wants his father
to see him swimming
first thing.

He's quite
a little fella.

Charles, you did
all you could.

It will be out
of your hands
tomorrow.

I know.

Come on. Buy you
a cup of coffee.

♪ I dream of Jeannie
with the light brown hair ♪

♪ borne like a vapor
on the summer air... ♪
[Knocking on door]

Harriet, there's
someone at the door.

♪...her tripping like.. ♪

Harriet, there's
someone at the door.

I'm singing.

Why can't you
answer it?

Why must I do it?

Because while you're
answering the door,

you won't be singing.

We will talk
about it later.

Yes, what is it?

Excuse me. Is this
the Oleson residence?

Olaf!

-Ah!
-Nels.

-Oh!
-Ho ho!

[Both laugh]

My, my, my, my,
my, my, my,

you haven't aged
a day.

Neither have you.

We're both liars.

[Both laugh]

Yes, we are.

Oh, Mrs. Caldwell,

this is my cousin
Nels Oleson.

My mother-in-law.

Nels: I'm pleased
to meet you, ma'am.

And this is
Harriet Oleson--
my wife.

Where's Peter?

Nels: Uh, he's with
some friends.

Did he know
we're coming?

Yes. He wants to
show you something

and I promised I'd
get you out there

as soon as possible.

I'm ready to go.
We can use
my carriage.

Good. I'll get
my coat.

I'm disappointed
Peter wasn't here
to meet us.

You said in your
telegram that you

wanted us to do
whatever we thought

was best for Peter.

[Sigh] Well, I'm afraid
that Harriet and I

weren't able to get
through to him
very well,

so, he's been staying
with the Ingalls.

They've done him
a world of good.

The Ingalls?

Oh, well, he's just
a farmer.

It actually was
Nels' idea.
It wasn't mine.

Well. Shall we go?

You stay here
and sing.

Oh!

They're coming,
uncle Charles!

I know they're coming.
Take it easy.
Don't get so excited.

I can't help it.
He's going to be
so surprised.

I know he is.

Peter!
How are you?

Peter: I'm fine, sir!

I'll be right there!

Charles, I'd like you
to meet Olaf Lundstrom.

A pleasure,
sir.

And this is Peter's
grandmother,
Mrs. Caldwell.

Ma'am, very nice
to meet you.

I understand the lad's
been working for you.

Yes. Indeed, he has,
and he's a hard
worker, too.

Ha ha!
Look at him!

He looks
good and healthy.

Peter!

Come on out
so we can talk.

Peter: Papa,
are you surprised?

Caldwell: Peter,
have you forgotten
your manners?

I'm sorry,
grandmama. Hello.

Are you surprised,
papa?

Yes,
I was surprised.

I didn't know you
had been working
for Mr. Ingalls.

I'm proud of you.

Now gather your things,

and you'll tell me
all about this summer
on the way.

My things
are at the Ingalls.
I'll get them ready.

We'll give you a ride.

It's not far.

We'll drive you to--

it's not far!

Peter!

Now, what in heaven's
name did I say?

Nothing.
That's the trouble.

The boy wanted to show you
that he'd learned to swim.

That's why he wanted you
to come out here.

I didn't even know
that he couldn't swim.

I'm sure there's
a lot of things

you don't know
about your son,
Mr. Lundstrom.

Caldwell: Mr. Ingalls!

We're well aware
of Peter's activities.

Are you well aware
that he doesn't like school,

that he steals things
he obviously doesn't need,
but do you know why?

Mr. Ingalls, I--

lundstrom: Mother!

What is it
you started to say?

I think your son
steals things

so you'll
pay attention to him...

So that at least
you'll have to talk to him.

Caldwell:
That's ridiculous!

Is it?

What else do you talk
to your son about,
Mr. Lundstrom?

There's a lot more
to raising a boy

than just teaching him
a sense of values.

There is love, sir.

Would you...

Would you mind
walking me to your place?

I'll be ready
in a minute.

Oh, there's
no hurry.
No hurry.

Peter...

I'm...

Hmm.

I'm sorry I put
a lot of things
between us.

The reason why I
sent you out here...

Is...

I wanted you to
learn what I learned

in a place
like this

when I was
a boy your age.

Now...how did
Mr. Ingalls
teach you to swim?

He threw me in.

Just like my pa
did with me.

You didn't
know that, did you?

Peter...

Look at me, please.

Look at me, Peter.

I haven't been
a good father
to you.

I know that.

I'm not going
to make any excuses

because I just
don't have any.

I don't know why
I work the way I do.

I don't have to.

Just like you
don't have to steal,
I suppose.

I want to change.

I want to be
a good father
to you.

You're crying, papa.

Papa, don't.

I love you.

[Sobbing]

Ha ha ha!

Peter,
I love you.

I love you!

Ha ha ha!

[Softly]
Oh, I love you.

Would you like
some more tea, Mrs. Caldwell?

No, thank you.

Look
at the time!

I have to go
and tell them
to hurry.

That's all right,
Mrs. Caldwell.
I'll do it.

[Peter giggling]

Here they are.

Caldwell: Oh!
Oh, there you are!

Where are
Peter's things?

In the loft.

In the loft?

We'll barely
make the train
as it is.

No, we won't.

What?

We're not going
to make the train.

We're going swimming.

Mr. Ingalls, we're going
to stay on a while.

If you don't mind,
I'll share the loft with Peter.

It's been a long time
since I slept on a good hay bed.

Mr. Lundstrom,
I'd be delighted.

Thank you. Let's go.

Caldwell:
Mr. Lundstrom...

May I remind you
you have a stockholders'
meeting on Thursday.

Oh, my, my, my, my, my!

My son and I
can't make it.

Ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Have a good time!

Ha ha ha!

[All laugh]