"Good," nodded Ravenslee, "I should like to batter butter about—"
"Are ye used to butter?"
"Oh, I've a decided taste for it!"
"Know much about it?"
"Certainly—it is a yellowish, fatty substance concocted by human agency supposedly from the lacteous secretion of the graminivorous quadruped familiarly known as the common (or garden) cow."
"Land sakes!" said Mrs. Trapes, drawing a deep breath, "you sure do know something about it. Ever worked in it before?"
"Only with my teeth."
"Oh—quit your jollying, Mr. Geoffrey, if you want me t' help you!"
"Solemn as an owl, Mrs. Trapes!"
"Well, then, there's Jacob Pffeffenfifer wants a young man in his delicatessen store."