Little House on the Prairie - Laura Trades Her Pony to the Olsens To Get Ma a Stove for Christmas

All right, come on, time to go. That's enough. Pa's ready to go. Just one more time. No, now get off. You ought to get a saddle for him. I don't need one. If he was mine, I'd get him a saddle. Well, he isn't yours. I wish he was. Would you lend him to me? No. Why not? I'd let you play with my china doll. Lend him to me for a week and I'll let you play with my china doll all that time. No. I'll buy him from you. He's not for sale. You'd buy him for me, wouldn't you? The pony, if I told you how much I wanted him. I don't know now. I, uh... Please? I promise I won't ask for another single solitary thing for Christmas if you buy me back. Uh, Laura, would... Will you take five dollars for him? He's not for sale. You can't say that. Only your pa can say that. He's for sale, isn't he, Mr. Ingalls? Well, I'm afraid not, Nellie. That's Laura's pony. If she doesn't want to sell him, she doesn't have to sell him. You don't even have a saddle. I hate that, Nellie Olsen. Laura, don't say hate and don't even think hate. Now, you may be angry, but try to understand. I'm sure Nellie must have some fine qualities in her. Your mother's right. On the way home, we'll try to think of one. This looks like a half-pint present. It's pretty big for a half-pint-sized present. I knew how much you wanted one. I had a hard time keeping it hidden from you, too. So I didn't want you sneaking in the barn. Looks like somebody really likes her present. Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd like to find out who gave me what in that big box. Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's open it. Hammer's on the mantel. You need some help? I can do it. I wonder who gave that to you. Oh, oh, careful there. Hello, Nellie. Merry Christmas, Ingalls. Same to you, Olsen. Merry Christmas, everybody. Well, Mrs. Ingalls, how do you like it? Oh, uh... You should be very proud of your little girl. She's quite a sharp trader. Of course, she had me over a barrel. Knowing how much Nellie wanted that pony. Come on, Nellie, let's get Bunny. I'm sorry, Ingalls, that I had to spoil your surprise, but there's nothing I could say. I understand. Merry Christmas to you. Charles, her pony, we can't... Carol, and she had the right. But she loves Bunny, so... I think she loves you more. Oh, I can't... Carol, she wants to do this. She loves you, don't spoil her.