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"
I
’
ll
try
and
be
what
he
loves
to
call
me
,
‘
a
little
woman
’
and
not
be
rough
and
wild
,
but
do
my
duty
here
instead
of
wanting
to
be
somewhere
else
,
"
said
Jo
,
thinking
that
keeping
her
temper
at
home
was
a
much
harder
task
than
facing
a
rebel
or
two
down
South
.
Beth
said
nothing
,
but
wiped
away
her
tears
with
the
blue
army
sock
and
began
to
knit
with
all
her
might
,
losing
no
time
in
doing
the
duty
that
lay
nearest
her
,
while
she
resolved
in
her
quiet
little
soul
to
be
all
that
Father
hoped
to
find
her
when
the
year
brought
round
the
happy
coming
home
.
Mrs
.
March
broke
the
silence
that
followed
Jo
’
s
words
,
by
saying
in
her
cheery
voice
,
"
Do
you
remember
how
you
used
to
play
Pilgrims
Progress
when
you
were
little
things
?
Nothing
delighted
you
more
than
to
have
me
tie
my
piece
bags
on
your
backs
for
burdens
,
give
you
hats
and
sticks
and
rolls
of
paper
,
and
let
you
travel
through
the
house
from
the
cellar
,
which
was
the
City
of
Destruction
,
up
,
up
,
to
the
housetop
,
where
you
had
all
the
lovely
things
you
could
collect
to
make
a
Celestial
City
.
"
"
What
fun
it
was
,
especially
going
by
the
lions
,
fighting
Apollyon
,
and
passing
through
the
valley
where
the
hob
-
goblins
were
,
"
said
Jo
.
"
I
liked
the
place
where
the
bundles
fell
off
and
tumbled
downstairs
,
"
said
Meg
.
"
I
don
’
t
remember
much
about
it
,
except
that
I
was
afraid
of
the
cellar
and
the
dark
entry
,
and
always
liked
the
cake
and
milk
we
had
up
at
the
top
.
If
I
wasn
’
t
too
old
for
such
things
,
I
’
d
rather
like
to
play
it
over
again
,
"
said
Amy
,
who
began
to
talk
of
renouncing
childish
things
at
the
mature
age
of
twelve
.
"
We
never
are
too
old
for
this
,
my
dear
,
because
it
is
a
play
we
are
playing
all
the
time
in
one
way
or
another
.
Our
burdens
are
here
,
our
road
is
before
us
,
and
the
longing
for
goodness
and
happiness
is
the
guide
that
leads
us
through
many
troubles
and
mistakes
to
the
peace
which
is
a
true
Celestial
City
.
Now
,
my
little
pilgrims
,
suppose
you
begin
again
,
not
in
play
,
but
in
earnest
,
and
see
how
far
on
you
can
get
before
Father
comes
home
.
"
"
Really
,
Mother
?
Where
are
our
bundles
?
"
asked
Amy
,
who
was
a
very
literal
young
lady
.
"
Each
of
you
told
what
your
burden
was
just
now
,
except
Beth
.
I
rather
think
she
hasn
’
t
got
any
,
"
said
her
mother
.
