Learn to u it.The children will help you.Now，when I want you，this is what you will hear.
Maria：Oh，no，sir.I’m sorry，sir！I could never ao awhistle.Whistles are fs and cats and other animals but not forchildren and definitely for me.It would be too humiliating.
Captain：Fraulein，were you this much trouble at the abbey？
Maria：Oh，much more，sir.
Captain：Hmm.
（Captaihe whistle again.）Maria：I don’t know ynal.
Captain：You may call me“captain”.
Maria：（to children）At ea.Now that there’s just us，would youplea tell me all your names again and how old you are？
Liesl：I’m Liesl.I’m 16years old，and I don’t need a governess.
Maria：I’m glad you told me，Liesl.We’ll just be good friends.
Friedrich：I’m Friedrich.I’m 14.I’m impossible.
Maria：Really？Who told you that，Friedrich？
Friedrich：Fraulein Jophine.Foverness ago.
Louisa：I’m Brigitta.
Maria：You didn’t tell me how old you are，Louisa.
Brigitta：I’m Brigitta.She’s Louisa.She’s 13years old，and you’resmart.I’m 10and I think your dress is the ugliest one I ever saw.
Kurt：Brigitta，you shouldn’t say that.
Brigitta：Why not？Don’t you think it’s ugly？
Kurt：Of cour.But Fraulein Helga’s was ugliest.I’m Kurt.I’m 8.
I’m incible.
Maria：gratulations.
Kurt：What’s“Incible ”？
Maria：I think it means you want to be treated like a boy.
Marta：I’m Marta，and I’m going to be ven on Tuesday.I’d like apink parasol.
Maria：Pink’s my favorite color too.Yes，yiret.And you’re fiveyears old？My，you’re practically a lady.I have to tell you a cret.I’venever been a governess.
Louisa：You don’t know anything about being a governess？
Maria：Nothing.I’ll need lots of advice.
Louisa：The best way to start is to shout to our father to mind hisown business.
Friedriust never e to dinner on time.
Brigitta：Never eat your soup quietly.
Kurt：Duri，always blow your no.
Giret：Don’t listen to them，Fraulein Maria.
Maria：Oh，why not？
Giret：Becau I like you.
Frau Schmidt：All right now，children，outside for your walk.Father’sorders.Hurry up.Quick，quick，quick.
Frau Schmidt：Fraulein Maria，I’m Frau Schmidt，the houkeeper，Maria：How do you do？
Frau Schmidt：How do you do？I’ll show you to your room.Follow me.
Maria：Poor little dears.
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Reverend Mother：You’ve been unhappy.I’m sorry.
Maria：Reverend Mother.
Reverend Mother：Why did they nd you back to us？