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beth goes down the stairs*
Hurry up! amy runs to the tree jumps to put a star on it but can’t reach. She grabs a chair and stands on it to put it on the tree. Meg kicks her off the chair and she sits on the floor*
It is nice to have something under the tree. It won’t be the same without presents. I remember when Father filled the room with beautiful things
That must have been wonderful
I haven’t seen this much food since before Father left.
Sarah told me her family is having spiced roast beef and figgy pudding - and presents. It’s not fair that some girls have plenty of lovely things while other girls—prettier girls—have nothing at all.
You could be a proper actress on the boards!
amy gets up and moves to center stage* I have lots of wishes, but my favorite one is to be an artist and go to Paris and do fine pictures and be the best painter in the world.
I only do that for us, I don’t need anyone else to hear it.
amy is shaping her nose but gets up to sit beside beth* you must not limit yourself
jo throws a pillow at meg*
Don’t Jo; it’s so boyish
I hate affected little chits!
amy moves to Jo and hits her leg*
jo tackles Amy and draggs Meg down with her*
Watch my nose! My nose! It’s already no good!
I know you don’t care what I think, but you don’t want your mother to find you like this, do you?
Merry Christmas Hannah
Heaven's, don't know what all the fuss is about. I remember back when I fixed you folks a breakfast like this every morning.
We must have been enormously rich! How was I dressed when we had all that money
Joanna and I are very hungry.
Dolls don’t get hungry, Beth.
I’ve re-written the climax and we need to set it to memory. Amy, get your costume
amy runs and puts on a crown*
Miss Michelangelo, can you please rehearse the fainting scene?
amy falls into the chair*
Born of roses, fed on dew, What charms and potions canst thou brew
Hither I come, from my airy home, afar in the silver moo -- AHHHHH! amy falls off the chair*
Brava! Brava! Merry Christmas, girls!
all the girls croud and shriek around her*
Jo, you look tired - were you up again all night writing? Amy, come kiss me! How are my girls?
amy goes up and hugs marmie*