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with her usual air of importance. “Just put it on my account.” She turned and walked briskly from the store, leaving Frank’s son staring wide-eyed at his father, still disbelieving his father could agree to such a transaction. “But, Father, how can you sell that butter to anyone else?” Frank smiled at his young son. “Oh, I won’t. She just left the store with her own butter, because, as she said, ‘What a person doesn’t know won’t hurt them.’” 31