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.".