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Crummies, "We had a first-tragedy man in our company once, who, when he played Othello, used to black himself all over! But that's feeling a part, and going into it as if you meant it; it isn't usual more's the pity."
I've been listening. What's that noise?" He explained quickly. "We planted one unit in a box of cereal and Jerry put it in the barbershop." Barby gasped. "In a box of cereal? What kind?" "Crummies. Your favorite." "Oh, Rick!" The girl's voice rose to a wail. "Don't you remember the commercial? Crisp, crackly Crummies! The cereal that sings for your breakfast!" He got it, then. "Okay, Barby."
Crummies continued: "Six, pa and ma eight, aunt nine, governess ten, grandfather and grandmother, twelve. Then, there's the footman who stands outside with a bag of oranges and a jug of toast-and-water, and sees the play for nothing through the little pane of glass in the box-door it's cheap at a guinea; they gain by taking a box." "I wonder you allow so many," observed Nicholas.
He was careful not to choose Crummies. Scotty settled for three doughnuts and milk. "Where are the girls?" Rick asked. "Still asleep?" "They've gone swimming," Mrs. Morrison replied. "They should be back soon, though. They've been gone over an hour." "I could use a swim myself," Rick admitted. "Not me," Scotty said. "Wait until afternoon and I'll join you.
Mr Crummies used to wonder how things got into the papers, though perhaps he was under some slight suspicion of having contributed to their circulation.
Jerry promised, "I'll never eat it again!" The reporter straightened his coat and tie and gave his hatbrim a jaunty flick. "Well, here I go for my haircut. Might as well do something constructive." The crackling, popping, snapping continued unabated. "Listen to it," Rick said hopelessly. Three quarters of an hour later, when Jerry brought the bag back, the Crummies were still crackling happily.
"The Crummies announcer is cuter," Barby explained patiently. The boys grinned and fell silent as the cereal salesman went into his spiel. Barby perched on the edge of a chair and listened attentively. Rick watched his sister's expressive face, chuckling to himself. Barby always listened to the commercials. It was only fair, she insisted, and the boys went along with her wishes.
He met Crummies, and actually heard him wonder how those things got into the papers. He met the Infant Phenomenon. With his own hands he had helped to adjust the immortal real pump and tubs. He was still in the days when there was a farce in an evening's performance to play the people in, and a solid five-act melodrama for the public's solid fare, and a farce to play the people out.
To the others, he said unhappily, "Well, it was a great idea. Only I forgot one thing. I didn't pick a quiet breakfast food. That noise is the radio settling through the Crummies the loudest cereal on the market." The three looked at each other helplessly. There wasn't a thing that could be done about it. "Noisy breakfast food," Scotty said unbelievingly.
Accordingly he decided to acquaint his manager with the possibility of his withdrawal from the company, and hastened to the green-room for that purpose, where he found Mrs. Crummies in full regal costume, with the Phenomenon as the Maiden, in her maternal arms.
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