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
A story of fear and suffering by two very small children.
Invoking ones own childhood fears when small worries magnified to enormous proportions.
Captured and held for weeks,only their own selves to keep up their spirit and their determination to return to their loving home and the help from an unexpected quarter.