I should be frightened all the time," said the nurse.
"If he ever touches the Lump, I'll teach him!" Said Pollyooly with a cold, impressive ferocity.
"If ever he touches one of us, papa will spank him hard.

Papa doesn't care much for princes," said Kathleen.
"I should think he didn't--if they're like that," said Pollyooly with conviction.
They watched the devastating royal progress with indignant eyes.

The back view of the prince was nearly as unpleasant as the front, for he slouched along with his fat little figure hunched forward in a very ugly fashion.

The children fled before him as he came, and from the shelter of their nurses, or their mothers, angrily watched him destroy the castles they had built.

But most of their mothers regarded him with a gloating admiration; they felt that the beach was more glorious for his royal presence.
About forty yards behind him came a companion figure, his equerry the Baron von Habelschwert, a stout, pig-eyed, snub-nosed man of forty-five who walked with the stiffness of a ramrod of the best Bessemer steel.
His legs were, unfortunately, rather short, and since the lower part of his body was of a fine protuberant rotundity which the breadth of his shoulders and the thickness of his chest failed dismally to equal, he displayed an uncommonly exact resemblance of a perambulating pear.