Edgar Jepson,
Happy Pollyooly: The Rich Little Poor Girl…
(1915)
“ The prince came to the castle they themselves had been building and kicked down one wall of it."If only you weren't a prince, I'd teach you, my fine young gentleman," said the nurse softly."You mind the Lump! I'll go and smack him hard!" cried Pollyooly with eager confidence."No! No! He's a prince! You mustn't touch a prince, miss!" cried the nurse in a tone of the last horror, gripping Pollyooly's wrist tightly. "Besides, he'd hurt you. He's a very nasty, spiteful little boy." ”
