The pretty machine was bought, carried to the Prince's apartments, and placed in his study. Towards evening, whilst the Prince was taking his music lessons, the machine had to appear in the report which the Chamberlain prepared for the reigning Prince. The writer extolled the interest which his Prince had shown in the useful implements of German agriculture. But seldom had it been so difficult to the poor Chamberlain to perform the duty of a true courtier, whom it behooves to suppress his own personal feelings and to gloss over agreeably what is annoying; for, in truth, he felt deep humiliation at the silly trifling of his Prince. But at Court one does not thoroughly learn all the intricacies of a princely mind, however much one may study them. Even to the wisest chamberlain there remain certain inscrutable depths. The Hereditary Prince covered the butter-machine with a silk cloth, and when he was alone, approached it carefully, turned the handle, and examined the mechanism. Some days after, when the valet had undressed the Prince, placed his slippers for him, and made his bow for the night, the Prince, contrary to custom, remained sitting in his chair, and stopped the departure of the servant by thus accosting him: "Krueger, you must do me a favor." "What are your Highness's commands?" "Obtain for me to-morrow morning early, without any one seeing you, a large jug of milk; but do not put the milk in the account." "Does your Highness wish it boiled or not boiled?" This was a difficult question. The Prince twirled his moustache silently and looked helplessly at Krueger. "I hardly know," he began at last. "I should like to try churning a little." Krueger was sharp enough to understand that this wish was connected with the new machine, and, long accustomed not to be astonished at anything in people of rank, he replied: "Then the machine must first be scalded, otherwise the butter will taste bad; and, besides, I must order the cream; so your Highness must wait patiently for a day." "I leave everything to you," said the Prince, well pleased; "take the machine, and be careful that no one hears anything about it." When Krueger, two days after, entered the Prince's room, early in the morning, he found his young master already dressed. Proud of his confidential position, he informed him, "The Chamberlain is still asleep, and all is ready." The Prince hastened on tip-toes into the room. A large can of cream was poured into the machine; full of expectation, the Prince seated himself by the table and said; "I will turn it myself." He began to turn while Krueger looked on. "But it must be done with regularity, your Highness," admonished Krueger. The Prince could not resist opening the cover and looking in. "It will not come, Krueger," he said, despondingly. "Cheer up, your Highness," said Krueger, "and graciously permit me to go on with the turning." After that Krueger turned while the Prince looked on.