"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 Krüger.
"I hardly know," he began at last. "I should like to try churning a little."
Krüger 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 Krüger, 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 Krüger looked on.
"But it must be done with regularity, your Highness," admonished Krüger.
The Prince could not resist opening the cover and looking in. "It will not come, Krüger," he said, despondingly.