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ear, and oh how ugly it was! 'Birstle peas' colour they called it, and how ashamed I was of the time I had to wear it. 'Little miss in her birstle-peas gown' was a byword in the countryside. No, my Pamela, I should be sorry to have to dress you in such a gown.- -I'll try not to tear my nice white gowns, - said the little girl; -Nurse said she would mend it, but it would take her a long time. Grandmamma, - she went on, suddenly changing the subject, -what does a 'charge' mean, 'a great charge?'- -Yes, - said Marmaduke, who heard what she said, -'a very great charge.'- Grandpapa's eyes grew brighter. -Can they be speaking of a field of battle?- he said quickly. But Duke turned his large wistful blue eyes on him before Grandmamma had time to answer. -No, sir, - he said, in his slow earnest way, -it wasn't about battles; it was about us.- -She said us was that thing, - added Pamela. -Who said so?- inquired Grandmamma, and her voice was perhaps a little, a very little, sh