Don't you know in old times it wasn't everybody as had silver, and mahogany knives for butter was put on the table for big folks.

We folks each used our own knife.' All this was dribbled into the Spectator's willing ears, and have the relic he would at any cost.

Time and again he nervously turned it over to be sure that it was on the table, and so excited another's curiosity.

'What is it ?' a second and still older lady asked.

'A colonial butter knife,' the Spectator replied with an air of much antiquarian lore.