Here is a sample of the colloquy that followed: "Mister, have some butter ?" "Not any at present, thank you, madam." "Well, I insist upon it; our butter is nice." "O, I know it's nice, but my plate is full, thank you." "Well, take some anyhow." One of the girls spoke up and said: "Mother, the gentleman don't wish butter." "Well, I want him to know that our butter is clean, anyhow." "Well, madam, if you insist upon it, there is nothing that I love so well as warm biscuit and butter.

I'll thank you for the butter." I dive in.

I go in a little too heavy.

The old lady hints in a delicate way that they sold butter.

I dive in heavier.