POLLYOOLY ENTERTAINS ROYALTY Pollyooly came away from the presence of the grand duke in something of a daze.

She came down the steps in the sea-wall quite unconscious of the fact that she was not moving over level ground.

The eleven golden sovereigns in her hand felt too good to be true; and at the bottom of the steps she stopped and counted them with eyes which could hardly believe what they saw: eleven golden sovereigns.
She gave them into the care of Mrs.Gibson while, in obedience to the behest of the grand duke, she continued to play rounders.
The game had fallen into a state of suspended animation during her absence from it.

Her return enlivened it.

Presently she was again absorbed in it, playing it with the concentration with which she did most things, the concentration which is so large a part of genius, which made her one of the finest grillers of bacon in England.