When Pollyooly's side went out to field, he was no more satisfied by the prince's performance.

Whenever the ball came to him, in spite of the fact that an encouraging, instructive shriek from Pollyooly reached him first, he either missed it, or fumbled it; and he always shied it in short.

The baron's feeling that there was something very wrong with the cosmos grew stronger.

He became depressed and yet more depressed by the fact that the prince was playing to an audience; for all the respectful and admiring nurses edged down the beach to behold him play; and those of them whose little charges were playing in the same game with him, assumed insufferable airs.
After a while the children tired of rounders and betook themselves to building a sand-castle.

Since he had been admitted to their circle on her instance, Pollyooly seemed to feel herself responsible for the prince.