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Little Women: Jo March- Act 3
Jo March's Lines
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Meg: You could hang it upside down and it would look wonderful this Christmas!
Father is coming, tra-la-tra-la!
Amy: Good gracious, Jo! Do you have to behave like a ten-year old?
Why not? This will be the best Christmas in a long time. Father's coming home today deserves some kind of celebration.
Beth: It does seem strange, doesn't it, to have the war really over and Father with us again. If only he would hurry and get here. It's so hard-this waiting.
Be patient, Mouse. He'll be here for supper. Then we can settle down and keep the family together, exactly as we were before the war.
Hannah: The currants are still waitin'
Why are you learning to make jelly?
Meg: Because John likes- That is-Marmee thinks everyone ought to-well-anyway-I think something's burning!
Just when i thought everything was going to be fine.
Marmee: What is it, dear?
Oh, it's just-
Marmee: About Meg?
How quickly you guessed! Yes, it is about her- and that Brooke.
Marmee: Do you think Meg cares for him?
Mercy me! I don't know anything about love and such nonsense. In novels, girls show it by fainting, growing thin and acting like fools. Meg doesn't do that. But she's learning to make jelly-and just now she called him "John" and then blushed.
Marmee: Then you fancy Meg is not very interested in John?
What! Do you call him that, too?
Marmee: Why, yes. Father and I fell into the way of doing it at the hospital.
Oh, dear! He's been good to Father, and you'll take his part and let Meg marry him if she wants to.
Marmee: He was perfectly open and honorable about telling us that he loved Meg, but would earn a comfortable home before asking her to marry him.
I knew there was mischief brewing. Now it's even worse than I thought.
Marmee: Jo, I confide in you, and don't want you to say anything to Meg, yet. Now that the war is over and John home again, I can see him with Meg and judge better her feeling for him.
Meg's got such a soft heart it will melt like butter in the sun if he looks sentimentally at her. She'll go and fall in love, and there's an end of peace and fun together. Brooke will scratch up a fortune, somehow, carry her off, and make a hole in the family. Romantic rubbish! I wish wearing flatirons on our head would keep us from growing up! But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, more's the pity.
Amy: What's that about flatirons and cats?
Only one of my stupid speeches. Good gracious, why all dressed up?
Marmee: It is getting late. I had better go to the market or Hannah will have nothing to cook for supper. And it must be an especially good supper tonight-having Father with us again.
I'll go with you.
Amy: Come, now-button your cuff and fix your hair a bit.
It's no use. You can be as elegant as you please, but frills and fuss only worry me.
Amy: ...I'm afraid to recieve company alone so you must help me.
The idea of my being aristocratic and your being afraid of anyone. Well, I shall obey blindly. What are your orders, Commander?
Amy: I only want you to behave so people will like you.
Am I to drag my dress through the dust or loop it up, please, ma'am?
Amy: That will be Sallie, I expect. The Moffatts consider themselves very elegant people, so put on your best deportment. Just be calm, cool, and quiet.
I shan't say a word.
Sallie: Oh, indeed I do wemember. How nice to see you again.
How-do-you-do, Miss Moffatt?
Sallie: ...Don't you love opewa?
Sallie: How enchanting! Have you, weally?
Sallie: Have any of them been pwoduced pwofessionally?
Amy: ...Jo directs them and builds all the scenery. Don't you Jo?
Sallie: How weally splendid! I don't suppose your sister would care to-
Sallie: Yes, she is weserved, isn't she?
No, no, I'm not reserved, at all-I just made a mistake-I mean-
Sallie: Not a gweat deal-the weather has been so monstwously wet. But you wide so splendidly, Miss Amy-who taught you?
No one! She used to practice mounting, holding reins, and sitting straight on an old saddle in a tree. Now she rides anything, for she doesn't know what fear is. I often tell her if everything else fails she can support the family by becoming a horse-breaker.
Sallie: Weally, Miss Josephine-how wemarkable!
Oh, yes, there's nothing the child can't do! Of course, we haven't a horse to our name since Papa lost his money----but the stableman lets Amy have horses cheap because she trains them so well. One day when she went down, all the good beasts were gone-
Sallie: But I am-twemendously. What happened, Miss Josephine?
Well-Amy heard of a horse at the farmhouse across the river. He was so spirited that no lady had ever ridden him-
Sallie: Did she wide that horse?
Of course she did, and had a capital time. The only difficulty was that there was no one to bring the horse to the saddle, so she had to row across the river with the saddle and carry it up to the barn on her head!
Sallie: Thwee o'clock will be early enough, but now I must be going. It's dweadfully late.
Must you go? Well, good-bye, dear. We shall be simply pining for another visit with you.
Amy: I'll see you out, Miss Sallie.
Didn't I do that well?
Amy: Nothing could have been worse.
Well, Christopher Columbus!
Amy: I only meant you to be dignified and composed, and at first you were a perfect stick, and then-
Then didn't I have raptures and giggles like a fashoinable creature?
Amy: What possessed you to tell that story about my saddle? You haven't a bit of proper pride and never will learn to hold your tongue and when to speak.
Well, here comes Aunt March and Aunt Caroll. How do you want me to behave for them?
Amy: Just as you please. I wash my hands of you.
Then I shall enjoy myself and say just what I think!
Aunt March: Amy and Meg.
Meg's jelly-making is enough domestic daddling for one household.
Amy: Yes, Aunt, I am. Sallie asked me if I would.
I'm not! I hate to be patronized. The Moffatts think it a great favor to allow us to help with their highly-connected fair. I wonder you consented, Amy. They only want us to work.
Aunt March: Quite right and proper. I like your grateful spirit. It's a pleasure to do things for people who appreciate it.
I don't like favors. They make me feel like a slave. I'd rather do everything for myself and be independent.
Aunt Caroll: And Josephine?
Don't know a word. I can't bare French. It's such a slippery, silly sort of language.
Meg: Oh! What does the silly goose mean?
Who? What are you talking about?
Meg: Laurie. He's down on one knee, waving his arms and pretending to wring tears out of his handkerchief.
He's showing you how your Mr. Brooke will go on, by and by. Touching, isn't it?
Meg: Don't say my Mr. Brooke. It isn't proper or true. Please don't plague me, Jo. I've told you I don't care about him-much.
I don't mean to plague you, but I wish everything were settled. You aren't like you used to be. You go mooning around about jelly, and blushing when anyone mentions his name.
Meg: Why, Jo, I don't!
I hate this waiting around. If you mean to marry him, I wish you'd make haste and have it over with.
Meg: I can't say or do anything until he speaks-and he won't because Father thinks I'm too young.
If he did speak, you wouldn't know what to say, but would cry or blush-and let him have his own way, instead of giving him a good decided no!
Meg: I'm not so silly and weak as you think. I know just what I should say, for I've planned it all-
There! You see!
Meg: So I needn't be taken unaware. There's no knowing what may happen, and I wish to be prepared.
Would you mind telling me what you'd say?
Meg: Not at all. You are quite old enough to be my confidante.
I should think so, Grandma!
Meg: My experience may be useful to you later, perhaps, in your own affairs of the sort.
Don't mean to have any! It's fun, in a way, to watch other people fluttering about, but I should feel a fool doing it myself.
Meg: I think not, if you liked anyone very much and he liked you.
I thought you were going to tell me your speech to that man?
Meg: "....I am too young to enter into any engagement at present-so please say no more, but let us be friends as we were."
Hmmm. That's stiff and cool enough. I don't believe you'll ever say it. And I know he won't be satisfied if you do. He'll go on like the rejected lovers in books, and you'll give in rather than hurt his feelings.
Meg: No, I won't. I shall tell him I've made up my mind and walk out of the room-with dignity. I'll answer it-it's probably-the postman!
It's probably that Mr. Brooke.
Beth: Aren't you going to work?
No, I've been talking to Meg-but I don't think it did any good.
Beth: I wonder if I shall ever get Meg's sweater done.
Give it to her next Christmas.
Marmee: Jo, dear-I've just been talking to Aunt March and Aunt Caroll-there is something they want me to tell you.
What is it?
Marmee: Aunt March is to go abroad next month--
And wants me to go with her!
Marmee: No, dear-not you-it's Amy.
Marmee: I'm sorry, Jo.
But, Mother-she's too young! It's my turn first. I've looked forward to it for so long- I must go!
Marmee: I'm afraid it's partly your own fault, dear. When Aunt spoke to me, she regretted your independent spirit. She says you told them that favors burdened you and that you hated French.
Oh, my tongue! My abominable tongue! Why can't I learn to keep quiet?
Marmee: ... Perhaps Aunt March makes another trip-so try to bear it cheerfully and not sadden Amy's pleasure.
I'll try, but it is a dreadful disappointment.
Marmee: I know it is.
loud banging offstage
What on earth-
Marmee: It's Amy-she's starting to pack already. Perhaps I'd better go restrain her.
Why do I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time?
Beth: How long will Amy be in Europe?
A year-at least.
Beth: Oh, Jo, I'd miss you so if you were gone that long! It's very selfish, I know-but I couldn't spare you, and I'm glad you're not going, yet.
Christopher Columbus! I never thought about leaving you. I've always planned we should go to Europe together when the time came.
Beth: Aunt March might not want two people trailing along.
Do you know, I hadn't thought about that. Well, I shall write a novel. The we'll have money enough to travel without any aunt along.
Beth: It's dear of you-but-don't count on it too much.
I wouldn't go wtihout you. You're all my patience, and my courage-
Beth: Have I been all that to you?
Beth: It's good to know that, Jo. I don't feel as if my life had been so useless-now that it's too late to do better.
Oh, dear-come on, let's go in Marmee's room. Meg can answer the door. She's out there getting rid of Mr. Brooke.
Well, Meg-did you tell him? Oh, Aunt March!
Aunt March: I wash my hands of the whole affair. Her Mr. Brooke's friends can take care of her!
Hannah! Marmee! Quick! Come here! Everybody!
Marmee: Jo, are you hurt?
Marmee, do something, somebody, quick! Meg's gone and accepted that man! He's out there, kissing her right in the front yard. And she likes it!
Hannah: The saints preserve us! Ain't that elegant?
Beth: What's the matter? Is something wrong?
Wrong! I should say so. Meg has accepted that Brooke.
Meg: Thanks, Bethy.
I don't approve of the match, but I've made up my mind to bear it, and shan't say a word against it.
Amy: It seems as if all the exciting things in this family happen at once. Meg's engagement, Father's coming home, and my--- Jo-
Marmee told me. I hope you have the grandest time ever.
Amy: Oh, Jo-
Beth and I will think of you every day while we're at the beach.
Marmee: At the beach?
That's what I'm going to do when I sell my first novel. I'm going to take Beth to the seashore with me, so she'll be round and rose for Meg's wedding.
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