even　introduced　him　to　a　singularly　artistic…looking　man　of　middle
  age；　wearing　an　order　in　his　buttonhole；　whom　he　met　casually　in
  the　hall。
  〃Our　Court　photographer；〃　explained　the　landlord　with　some　fervor；
  〃at　whose　studio；　only　a　few　houses　distant；　most　of　the　Hoheiten
  and　Prinzessinen　of　Germany　have　sat　for　their　likenesses。〃
  〃I　should　feel　honored　if　the　distinguished　American　Herr　would
  give　me　a　visit；〃　said　the　stranger　gravely；　as　he　gazed　at　Hoffman
  with　an　intensity　which　recalled　the　previous　scrutiny　of　the
  Police　Inspector；　〃and　I　would　be　charmed　if　he　would　avail　himself
  of　my　poor　skill　to　transmit　his　picturesque　features　to　my　unique
  collection。〃
  Hoffman　returned　a　polite　evasion　to　this　invitation；　although　he
  was　conscious　of　being　struck　with　this　second　examination　of　his
  face；　and　the　allusion　to　his　personality。
  The　next　morning　the　porter　met　him　with　a　mysterious　air。　　The
  Herr　would　still　like　to　see　the　Schloss？　　Hoffman；　who　had　quite
  forgotten　his　adventure　in　the　park；　looked　vacant。　　JA　WOHLthe
  Hof　authorities　had　no　doubt　heard　of　his　visit　and　had　intimated
  to　the　hotel　proprietor　that　he　might　have　permission　to　visit　the
  model　farm　and　dairy。　　As　the　American　still　looked　indifferent　the
  porter　pointed　out　with　some　importance　that　it　was　a　Ducal
  courtesy　not　to　be　lightly　treated；　that　few；　indeed；　of　the
  burghers　themselves　had　ever　been　admitted　to　this　eccentric　whim
  of　the　late　Grand　Duchess。　　He　would；　of　course；　be　silent　about
  it；　the　Court　would　not　like　it　known　that　they　had　made　an
  exception　to　their　rules　in　favor　of　a　foreigner；　he　would　enter
  quickly　and　boldly　alone。　　There　would　be　a　housekeeper　or　a
  dairymaid　to　show　him　over　the　place。
  More　amused　at　this　important　mystery　over　what　he；　as　an　American；
  was　inclined　to　classify　as　a　〃free　pass〃　to　a　somewhat　heavy　〃side
  show；〃　he　gravely　accepted　the　permission；　and　the　next　morning
  after　breakfast　set　out　to　visit　the　model　farm　and　dairy。
  Dismissing　his　driver；　as　he　had　been　instructed；　Hoffman　entered
  the　gateway　with　a　mingling　of　expectancy　and　a　certain　amusement
  over　the　〃boldness〃　which　the　porter　had　suggested　should
  characterize　his　entrance。　　Before　him　was　a　beautifully　kept　lane
  bordered　by　arbored　and　trellised　roses；　which　seemed　to　sink　into
  the　distance。　　He　was　instinctively　following　it　when　he　became
  aware　that　he　was　mysteriously　accompanied　by　a　man　in　the　livery
  of　a　chasseur；　who　was　walking　among　the　trees　almost　abreast　of
  him；　keeping　pace　with　his　step；　and　after　the　first　introductory
  military　salute　preserving　a　ceremonious　silence。　　There　was
  something　so　ludicrous　in　this　solemn　procession　toward　a　peaceful；
  rural　industry　that　by　the　time　they　had　reached　the　bottom　of　the
  lane　the　American　had　quite　recovered　his　good　humor。　　But　here　a
  new　astonishment　awaited　him。　　Nestling　before　him　in　a　green
  amphitheater　lay　a　little　wooden　farm…yard　and　outbuildings；　which
  irresistibly　suggested　that　it　had　been　recently　unpacked　and　set
  up　from　a　box　of　Nuremberg　toys。　　The　symmetrical　trees；　the
  galleried　houses　with　preternaturally　glazed　windows；　even　the
  spotty；　disproportionately　sized　cows　in　the　white…fenced　barnyards
  were　all　unreal；　wooden　and　toylike。
  Crossing　a　miniature　bridge　over　a　little　stream；　from　which　he　was
  quite　prepared　to　hook　metallic　fish　with　a　magnet　their　own　size；
  he　looked　about　him　for　some　real　being　to　dispel　the　illusion。
  The　mysterious　chasseur　had　disappeared。　　But　under　the　arch　of　an
  arbor；　which　seemed　to　be　composed　of　silk　ribbons；　green　glass；
  and　pink　tissue　paper；　stood　a　quaint　but　delightful　figure。
  At　first　it　seemed　as　if　he　had　only　dispelled　one　illusion　for
  another。　　For　the　figure　before　him　might　have　been　made　of　Dresden
  chinaso　daintily　delicate　and　unique　it　was　in　color　and
  arrangement。　　It　was　that　of　a　young　girl　dressed　in　some　forgotten
  medieval　peasant　garb　of　velvet　braids；　silver…staylaced　corsage；
  lace　sleeves；　and　helmeted　metallic　comb。　　But；　after　the　Dresden
  method；　the　pale　yellow　of　her　hair　was　repeated　in　her　bodice；　the
  pink　of　her　cheeks　was　in　the　roses　of　her　chintz　overskirt。　　The
  blue　of　her　eyes　was　the　blue　of　her　petticoat；　the　dazzling
  whiteness　of　her　neck　shone　again　in　the　sleeves　and　stockings。
  Nevertheless　she　was　real　and　human；　for　the　pink　deepened　in　her
  cheeks　as　Hoffman's　hat　flew　from　his　head；　and　she　recognized　the
  civility　with　a　grave　little　curtsy。
  〃You　have　come　to　see　the　dairy；〃　she　said　in　quaintly　accurate
  English；　〃I　will　show　you　the　way。〃
  〃If　you　please；〃　said　Hoffman；　gaily；　〃but〃
  〃But　what？〃　she　said；　facing　him　suddenly　with　absolutely
  astonished　eyes。
  Hoffman　looked　into　them　so　long　that　their　frank　wonder　presently
  contracted　into　an　ominous　mingling　of　restraint　and　resentment。
  Nothing　daunted；　however；　he　went　on：
  〃Couldn't　we　shake　all　that？〃
  The　look　of　wonder　returned。　　〃Shake　all　that？〃　she　repeated。　　〃I
  do　not　understand。〃
  〃Well！　I'm　not　positively　aching　to　see　cows；　and　you　must　be　sick
  of　showing　them。　　I　think；　too；　I've　about　sized　the　whole　show。
  Wouldn't　it　be　better　if　we　sat　down　in　that　arborsupposing　it
  won't　fall　downand　you　told　me　all　about　the　lot？　　It　would　save
  you　a　heap　of　trouble　and　keep　your　pretty　frock　cleaner　than
  trapesing　round。　　Of　course；〃　he　said；　with　a　quick　transition　to
  the　gentlest　courtesy；　〃if　you're　conscientious　about　this　thing
  we'll　go　on　and　not　spare　a　cow。　　Consider　me　in　it　with　you　for
  the　whole　morning。〃
  She　looked　at　him　again；　and　then　suddenly　broke　into　a　charming
  laugh。　　It　revealed　a　set　of　strong　white　teeth；　as　well　as　a
  certain　barbaric　trace　in　its　cadence　which　civilized　restraint　had
  not　entirely　overlaid。
  〃I　suppose　she　really　is　a　peasant；　in　spite　of　that　pretty　frock；〃
  he　said　to　himself　as　he　laughed　too。
  But　her　face　presently　took　a　shade　of　reserve；　and　with　a　gentle
  but　singular　significance　she　said：
  〃I　think　you　must　see　the　dairy。〃
  Hoffman's　hat　was　in　his　hand　with　a　vivacity　that　tumbled　the
  brown　curls　on　his　forehead。　　〃By　all　means；〃　he　said　instantly；
  and　began　walking　by　her　side　in　modest　but　easy　silence。　　Now　that
  he　thought　her　a　conscientious　peasant　he　was　quiet　and　respectful。
  Presently　she　lifted　her　eyes；　which；　despite　her　gravity；　had　not
  entirely　lost　their　previous　mirthfulness；　and　said：
  〃But　you　Americansin　your　rich　and　prosperous　country；　with　your
  large　lands　and　your　great　harvestsyou　must　know　all　about
  farming。〃
  〃Never　was　in　a　dairy　in　my　life；〃　said　Hoffman　gravely。　　〃I'm　from
  the　city　of　New　York；　where　the　cows　give　swill　milk；　and　are　kept
  in　cellars。〃
  Her　eyebrows　contracted　prettily　in　an　effort　to　understand。　　Then
  she　apparently　gave　it　up；　and　said　with　a　slanting　glint　of
  mischief　in　her　eyes：
  〃Then　you　come　here　like　the　other　Americans　in　hope　to　see　the
  Grand　Duke　and　Duchess　and　the　Princesses？〃
  〃No。　　The　fact　is　I　almost　tumbled　into　a　lot　of　'emstanding　like
  wax　figuresthe　other　side　of　the　park　lodge；　the　other　dayand
  got　away　as　soon　as　I　could。　　I　think　I　prefer　the　cows。〃
  Her　head　was　slightly　turned　away。　　He　had　to　content　himself　with
  looking　down　upon　the　strong　feet　in　their　serviceable　but　smartly
  buckled　shoes　that　uplifted　her　upright　figure　as　she　moved　beside
  him。
  〃Of　course；〃　he　added　with　boyish　but　unmistakable　courtesy；　〃if
  it's　part　of　your　show　to　trot　out　the　family；　why　I'm　in　that；
  too。　　I　dare　say　you　could　make　them　interesting。〃
  〃But　why；〃　she　said　with　her　head　still　slightly　turned　away　toward
  a　figurea　sturdy…looking　woman；　which；　for　the　first　time；
  Hoffman　perceived　was　walking　in　a　line　with　them　as　the　chasseur
  had　done〃why　did　you　come　here　at　all？〃
  〃The　first　time　was　a　fool　accident；〃　he　returned　frankly。　　〃I　was
  making　a　short　cut　through　what　I　thought　was　a　public　park。　　The
  second　time　was　because　I　had　been　rude　to　a　Police　Inspector　whom
  I　found　going　through　my　things；　but　who　apologizedas　I　suppose
  by　getting　me　an　invitation　from　the　Grand　Duke　to　come　here；　and　I
  thought　it　only　the　square　thing　to　both　of　'em　to　accept　it。　　But
  I'm　mighty　glad　I　came；　I　wouldn't　have　missed　YOU　for　a　thousand
  dollars。　　You　see　I　haven't　struck　anyone　I　cared　to　talk　to
  since。〃　　Here　he　suddenly　remarked　that　she　hadn't　looked　at　him；
  and　that　the　delicate　whiteness　of　her　neck　was　quite　suffused　with
  pink；　and　stopped　instantly。　　Presently　he　said　quite　easily：
  〃Who's　the　chorus？〃
  〃The　lady？〃
  〃Yes。　　She's　watching　us　as　if　she　didn't　quite　approve；　you　know
  just　as　if　she　didn't　catch　on。〃
  〃She's　the　head　housekeeper　of　the　farm。　　Perhaps　you　would　prefer
  to　have　her　show　you　the　dairy；　shall　I　call　her？〃
  The　figure　in　question　was　very　short　and　stout；　with　voluminous