She seemed also to feel it more important that he should learn to dig properly than that she should dig herself.

For, giving him her spade, she stood over him and urged him to ply it with the exacting persistence of a biblical Egyptian superintending the making of bricks.
The baron walked moodily up and down outside the castle wall, considering bitterly the while the defects in the cosmos.
The morning sped; and the prince perspired.

At last the punctual baron observed that it was time to return home to lunch.

In fact his vigilant stomach apprised him of the fact before his watch.
He came close to the castle wall and said: "It's time for your Highness to coom 'ome." His highness took no notice of him.
In a louder tone the baron said: "Coom along, your Highness.

Id's dime we go 'ome." His highness shot a savage glance at him out of the corner of his eye, hunched his shoulders, and went on digging.
"Don't you hear the baron calling you, Prince ?" said Pollyooly in a tone of some displeasure.
His highness seemed likely to withdraw his head right out of sight between his shoulders, and went on digging.