'A butter knife! No such thing.

My grandfather had one just like this, and it's a pruning knife.

He wouldn't use a steel knife because it poisoned the sap.' What next?
Paper knife, butter knife, and pruning knife! At all events every new name added a dollar to its value, and the Spectator wondered what the crowd would say, for now it was in the auctioneer's hands.

He looked at it with a puzzled expression and merely cried: 'What is bid for this ?' His ignorance was encouraging.

It started at a dime and the Spectator secured it for a quarter.