The grand duke opened it, turned it upside down, poured on to his palm eleven golden sovereigns, and pressed them with somewhat clumsy fingers into Pollyooly's hands.
The amazed Pollyooly flushed; and her eyes shone like bright stars; the family of Lippe-Schweidnitz rose a thousand feet in her estimation.
"Oh! Thank you, your Highness!" she gasped.
"Zere is no zanks--nod none! You haf made Adalbert peenk.

You are von sblendid anchel child.

And id iz me to zank you," said the grand duke; and very gently, for the size of his fingers, he patted her head.

Then he drew himself up and, with a splendid wave of his gigantic hand, added: "Und now go and blay wiz Adalbert--blay wiz him always!".