Chapter 5: IV

IV Burdens “Oh dear, how hard it does seem to take up our packs and go on,” sighed Meg, the morning after the party; for, now the holidays were over, the week of merrymaking did not fit her for going on easily with the task she never liked. “I wish it was Christmas or New-Year all the time; wouldn’t it be fun?” answered Jo, yawning dismally. “We shouldn’t enjoy ourselves half so much as we do now. But it does seem so nice to have little suppers and bouquets, and go to parties, and d…