The baron had an inspiration; he said in a stern voice: "Ze day, 'ighness; ze day will goom soon.

Zen you will gommand only; and Bollyooly will obey." "Ach, yes: ze day," said the grand duke, watching the playing children.
"It will goom soon doubtlez.

Bud Bollyooly, will she obey?
Zeze English blay zere creeket very 'ard." "She would be made obey," said the baron firmly.
The grand duke changed the subject by raising his voice in a splendid, heartening roar at Pollyooly, who was running swiftly around the bases; and for nearly an hour he did his best to burst the welkin.

Then he summoned the perspiring prince, shouted and waved good-bye to Pollyooly, and walked to his son's lodgings to take a little unnecessary nourishment before driving to the station.
Pollyooly went on playing till a quarter of five, when the game broke up to let the players go to their tea.

She collected the Lump from the Gibson nurse and the eleven sovereigns from Mrs.Gibson, and started down the beach tea-wards.