Let's see--a pound of butter.

Where's the butter department of this Bon Marche, Edna ?" Edna, after another convulsion, declared she didn't know.
"No doubt Miss--er--Mary Jane knows," went on her companion.

"Why, yes, of course she does.

Right there, behind the oilskin jacket.

Remove jacket, open door--behold, the icebox and the butter.