ge him. He'll go like a lamb."

Her surmise (it could have been no more than a surmise) proved
accurate. The prince went blubbering, but he went like a lamb.

It might be supposed that his proud, Hohenzollern blood would have
boiled for hours at the blow. Nothing of the kind.

After a hearty lunch he rose and said firmly:

"I'm going to blay wiz Bollyooly."

He went. The baron followed him gloomily. Now he knew the cosmic all
to be a mere time-honored cheat.

In this order they came down on to the beach and approached a group of
children in which Pollyooly reigned. The prince entered it with the
air of an uninvited guest, very doubtful of his welcome, and said to
Pollyooly in a tone half assertive, half beseeching:

"I've coom to blay."

Pollyooly looked at him with very stern eyes and said: "Well, you quite
understand you've got to behave yourself."

The baron groaned.

Pollyooly turned to him and said with polite interest:

"Has he kicked you again?"

"Ach Himmel!" said the baron; and he thrust his hands into his pockets,
clenched his fingers very tightly, and walked away with bowed head.

CHAPTER XIV

THE TRAINING OF ROYALTY

On that day began the real instruction of Prince Adalbert of
Lippe-Schweidnitz in the art of life and the graces of social
intercourse. Pollyooly continued it with unswerving firmness. Her
method of treating a Hohenzollern was indeed entirely subversive of all
current ideas on the matter of the deference due to the members of a
family which has practically made the history of Europe since the
beginning of this century. It seemed at times as if to her a
Hohenzollern was a hardly animate object which you shoved here and there
as you might an easy-chair which kept catching in the carpet, or at other
times a mere beast of burden which you shoved, or shook, or cuffed gently
into doing what you wanted with a moderate, but uncertain, degree of
precision. Often however a piercing shriek was sufficient to produce the
required action.

The prince was always in a perspiration, and often out of breath. But he
seemed to thrive on the treatment: his appetite improved; his pastiness
lessened; his skin grew clearer; and his flesh became less abundant and
harder. He also became quicker in his movements, and showed many more
glimmerings of intelligence, sometimes sustained for seconds at a time.

The baron's deferential soul could not endure the situation; and it never
occu