how, "At last there came a grave person to the gate, named Goodwill," and in the end he said—
"As to thy burden, be content to bear it, until thou comest to the place of deliverance; for there it will fall from thy back itself."
"But out of the Pilgrim's Progress" Robin said, with his reflective air, "burdens don't fall off by themselves. If you are content with them they stick on and get bigger. Ours would, I know. You have to do something yourself to get them off. But"—with a little pause for thought—"I like that part, Meg. And I like Goodwill because he told it to him. It encouraged him, you know. You see, it says next, 'Then Christian began to gird up his loins and addressed himself to his journey.'"
"Robin," said Meg suddenly, shutting the book and giving it a little thump on the back, "it's not only Christian's city that is like our city. We are like Christian. We are pilgrims, and our way to that place is our Pilgrims' Progress."
