There she turned and saw him; and at the first sight of him she was minded to send him back to his sleeping tutor.

Then it occurred to her that the company of the prince would be better than no company at all; and she suffered him to come.
Though neither of them had any conversation, Pollyooly talked away to the prince and the Lump, and was quite content with the grunts of assent with which the prince punctuated her observations.

But she was presently annoyed to find that he shone no more as an assistant mushroomer than as a conversationalist.

It was not so much that he was ignorant of the difference between mushrooms and toadstools, and equally unskilful in discovering either, as that he often trod on the fairest members of the group he was picking.

Pollyooly therefore gave him the basket to carry and picked the mushrooms herself.