`` We all will , '' cried Meg . `` I think too much of my looks and hate to work , but wo n't any more , if I can help it . '' `` 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 do n'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 was n'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 has n't got any , '' said her mother . `` Yes , I have . Mine is dishes and dusters , and envying girls with nice pianos , and being afraid of people . ''
XXXXX 's bundle was such a funny one that everybody wanted to laugh , but nobody did , for it would have hurt her feelings very much .
Amy Beth City Father Meg Mother South dusters hob-goblins housetop