An artist working in a remote army post is juggling the storekeeper's daughter, his fiancée newly arrived from the east, and the Indian...更多>
[first lines] Cynthia Stanhope: [points to Indians in the nearby woods] Auntie! Aunt Agatha: Why, aren't they handsome! Cynthia Stanhope: Aunt Agatha! Aunt Agatha:
At my age, a lady no longer has to hide her admiration for handsome men.
Aunt Agatha: What are they? Wagon driver: Iroquois. Aunt Agatha: Are they friendly? Wagon driver: I don't call a poisonous snake my friend on account of he don't bite me. Cynthia Stanhope: How do I look, Aunt Agatha? Aunt Agatha: Like a very proper lady going to tea. Wagon driver: Ha! Cynthia Stanhope: Evidently you don't approve. Wagon driver: When a woman puts on her war paint, she's more dangerous than any Mohawk. Aunt Agatha: It's just that we like our scalps with something under them. Captain Langley: Sergeant! Sergeant: Yes, sir? Captain Langley: Have them drive that wagon in back of the arsenal. Keep a guard posted on it until it is unloaded. Sergeant: Yes, sir! Butler: Something precious? Captain Langley: Muskets and powder. [observes Cynthia's arrival with her Aunt Agatha] Captain Langley: But there's something really precious! Butler: She appears to be already well-guarded. Captain Langley: The chaperone may need relief. Cynthia Stanhope: Greta, do you love Jonathan? Greta Jones: Jonathan does not love me... nothing else matters. It is that way many times. Love commands but never obeys.