"I made him open it and looked, because Mr.Ruffin told me the marsh water gave people fever.

It's only mud on his clothes." "Moodd! Onlie moodd!" howled the baron.

"His cloze, zey are spoiled! Ze cloze of the bezd dailor of Schweidnitz!" That was a misfortune which appealed deeply to Pollyooly.

She looked at the spoiled suit of the prince very sadly, and said generously: "Well, I'll give him half of the mushrooms--though really he didn't gather them; and I had to carry the basket." "Mooshrooms!" howled the baron.

"Vhat is mooshrooms wiz cloze?
Zeze English, zey are all mad!" In his emotion the baron had not kept his usual wary watch on his young charge, and so failed to observe the light of battle gather and gleam in his eyes.