As Pollyooly had said, for the first four bites all was well; but the next three were accompanied by a slushy noise such as arises in a pigstye at mealtime.
"There! There it is again!" she cried in tones of the bitterest protest. "Isn't it dreadful?"
The prince flushed a darker red and hushed the slushy accompaniment.
The Honourable John Ruffin looked sympathetically sad.
"I couldn't have believed that anybody could be so hard to teach a little thing like that to," said Pollyooly mournfully.
The prince grunted.
"Yes. I know you try to do your best—you needn't tell me that," said Pollyooly, who appeared to understand his syncopated Prussian. "But what is the good of a best like that?"
The prince finished the slice of cake with only two more slushy sounds. Pollyooly sighed once or twice; and tea came to an end.
They rose; and Pollyooly said with resolution:
"I see what I shall have to do. I shall have to look after his outdoor manners only."