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Updated: June 26, 2025
By this time the news had spread to the sands; and a nurse came hurrying up with the information that the prince had gone into the marsh, mushrooming with Pollyooly. "Ach Gott! Then that little she-devil-child haf 'im drowned in a dyke!" said the baron cheerfully. The suggestion increased greatly the interest of his followers; and they accompanied him into the marsh eagerly.
He did not indeed spring to do her bidding, for he was not built to spring; but it was plain that if he could have sprung he would. Perhaps the most remarkable fact about him was the improvement in his spirits: he was losing his air of gloomy savagery; often he smiled at a dish which took his fancy, and on setting out for the sands to join Pollyooly.
"I should think he didn't if they're like that," said Pollyooly with conviction. They watched the devastating royal progress with indignant eyes. The back view of the prince was nearly as unpleasant as the front, for he slouched along with his fat little figure hunched forward in a very ugly fashion.
At half-past eight Eglantine, already bubbling, in spite of the earliness of the hour, with excited animation, awoke Pollyooly and pulled up the blind of the bedroom window. Then she cried: "'E ees 'ere! Queek! Queek! Coom to ze window! Let 'im see you!" Pollyooly jumped out of bed and ran to the window. The detective stood on the lawn regarding the house gloomily.
Pollyooly missed her; and doubtless the Lump also missed his devoted and obedient slave, though he was of too placid a nature to raise an outcry about his loss. She wrote to Pollyooly on the day after her arrival at the home; and the letter made it clear that her first impressions of it were pleasing.
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.
"It's all right, Roger dear," she said in a soothing tone. Then turning to Emily Gibbs, she added: "I wonder what he means?" "I don't know, your ladyship. But he is the dearest little boy I ever see!" said Emily Gibbs with enthusiasm. "I never knew as how there was such a little boy!" and she kissed him. Pollyooly frowned slightly. These transports seemed to her misplaced.
Pollyooly was pleased that he should have a playmate of his own age; the little girl's nurse, observing that they were dressed as other children and that Pollyooly spoke "prettily," and was inclined to be uncommonly haughty with her, assented to the acquaintance. The little brown-eyed girl's blue-eyed sister, Kathleen, who was seven, mothered her little sister, whose name was Mary.
There can be no doubt that Pollyooly had smacked Prince Adalbert of Lippe-Schweidnitz with far greater violence than ever she had smacked the abhorred Henry Wiggins for yelling "Ginger!" at her. There can be no doubt that the prince had been so smacked.
She had lighted the gas under the kettle and taken the bread and butter from the cupboard, when he came into the kitchen, wearing an air of the most earnest purpose, and said impressively: "Genius, Pollyooly genius is the art of taking infinite pains." "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly politely.
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