"Cheer up, your Highness," said Krüger, "and graciously permit me to go on with the turning."
After that Krüger turned while the Prince looked on.
"It comes," cried the Prince, delighted, as he looked in.
"Yes, it's made," replied Krüger. "But now comes other work. The butter must be taken out and washed, if it please your Highness?"
"No," said the Prince, doubtfully, "that will never do. But the machine is good; bring me a spoon and some white bread, I will fish out what I can; one must learn to help one's self."
The Prince plunged his spoon into the mess, took out some of the half-made butter, and spread it on his white bread with a feeling of satisfaction that was quite new to him. "It tastes a little sour, Krüger," he said.
"Of course," replied Krüger; "the butter-milk is still in it."
"It does not matter," said the Prince, consoling himself. "Krüger, I did not think there was so much to be attended to in churning."
"Yes, all things are difficult in the beginning," replied Krüger, cheerfully.
"It is all right," concluded the Prince, graciously; "take the machine out, and clean it properly."