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"Mamma," said Charlotte to her mother one day towards the end of the following week, "do you think -- I mean would you mind? " She hesitated and grew rather red, and looked down at her dress.
"Would I mind what, dear? Don't be afraid to say what it is," said her mother, smiling. Her eyes half unconsciously followed Charlotte's and rested on her frock. It was one which had undoubtedly "seen better days," and careful though Charlotte was, nothing could hide the marks of wear.