- [first lines]
- Marmee March: So you're going to Washington?
- Elderly man: Yes, ma'am; my son is sick in the hospital there.
- Marmee March: Oh, this will be an anxious Christmas for you.
- Marmee March: [finding him a coat] I think this one will do; let's try this. Is it your only son?
- Elderly man: No, ma'am. I had four; two were killed, one is a prisoner.
- Marmee March: [deeply moved] You've done a great deal for your country, sir.
- Elderly man: Oh, not a mite more than I ought, ma'am. I'd go myself if I was any use. Thank you for the overcoat.
- Marmee March: Wait a minute...
- Marmee March: [giving him some money] I hope you find him better.
- Elderly man: Thank you, ma'am. God bless you; merry Christmas. Merry Christmas!
- Marmee March: Merry Christmas!
- [last lines]
- Prof. Bhaer: Oh, please, please... just, just one moment, before... I have a wish to ask you something. Would you... Oh, I-I... I have no courage to think that... but, but, but, could I dare hope that... I? I... I know I, I shouldn't make so free as to ask. I have nothing to give, but my heart so full and... and these empty hands.
- Jo March: [taking his hands in hers] Not empty now.
- Prof. Bhaer: Oh, heart's dearest!
- [they embrace]
- Jo March: [drawing him into the house] Welcome home!
- Amy March: I'm sure neither of you suffer as I do. You don't have to go to that nasty old Davis' school with impertinent girls who laugh at your dresses and label your father 'cause he isn't rich.
- Jo March: Libel, libel! Don't say "label" as if Papa were a pickle bottle.
- Amy March: I know what I mean. And you needn't be statirical about it.
- [Jo suppresses a laugh at Amy's mispronunciation]
- Amy March: It's proper to use good words and improve your vocabillary.
- Jo March: [finishing writing a document] There. I've done my best. If that won't do, I shall have to wait until I can do better.
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