| PART 1
1. CHAPTER ONE
 (continued)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.  Out 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. |