He came close to the castle wall and said:
"It's time for your Highness to coom 'ome."
His highness took no notice of him.
In a louder tone the baron said:
"Coom along, your Highness. Id's dime we go 'ome."
His highness shot a savage glance at him out of the corner of his eye, hunched his shoulders, and went on digging.
"Don't you hear the baron calling you, Prince?" said Pollyooly in a tone of some displeasure.
His highness seemed likely to withdraw his head right out of sight between his shoulders, and went on digging. He was still perspiring.
"Now you go along at once—like a good boy!" said Pollyooly sharply.
His highness raised his disappearing head and saw the cold resolve in her deep-blue eyes. He gave himself a little shake, stuck his spade into the sand, stretched his neck and went: but not like a good boy. He stumbled down the castle wall with his teeth set very tight, and immediately on reaching level ground kicked the shins of his unprepared preceptor. The baron, as was his wont, bent like a bow and held his little charge out at the length of his arms beyond the range of his shins, till his wrath should have abated.