"DO you want to buy a real lot of butter?" said a Yankee notion dealer,
who had picked up a load at fifty different places, to a Boston
merchant.
"What kind of butter is it?" asked the buyer.
"The clean quill; all made by my wife; a dairy of forty cows, only two
churnings."
"But what makes it so many different colors?" said the merchant.
"Darnation! hear that, now. I guess you wouldn't ax that question if
you'd see my cows, for they are a darned sight speckleder than the
butter is."