"Vhat did you write vas ze name of zat leedle anchel ?" "Bollyooly, your Highness," gasped the baron in a feverish doubt whether he was standing on his head or his heels, for the grand duke had heard her call the hope of the house of Lippe-Schweidnitz "Adalbert" with his own ears! "Bollyooly?
A beautiful name!" cried the grand duke with enthusiasm.
Then came the great event of Prince Adalbert's life.

The little boy who was batting hit the ball right into his hands.

He grabbed at it; and by a miracle it stuck in his fingers.
His side leapt and shrieked as one child; and the grand duke leapt and bellowed.

The shock of his descent on the sea-wall made it quiver for many feet round him.
He turned upon his slim equerry, seized his arm, and shook him as the wind shakes a blade of corn.
"Did you see zat?
Id is ze creeket! 'e caught 'im out," he bellowed in stentorian tones which rang out far across the marsh.

"Bollyooly has made 'im zlim! She has made 'im roon! She has made 'im peenk! She has taught 'im ze creeket! She shall rewarded be! I will gonfer on 'er ze Order of Chastity of Lippe-Schweidnitz of ze zecond class!" He loosed his slim equerry, and hammered his enormous right palm with his huge left fist.
The slim equerry shook his head (this time without any assistance from his august master) and said: "She is too young, your Highness.