Ralph Henry Barbour

“ What’s the difference, anyway, Roy?”
“A cruller is a doughnut with the hole left out.”
“Get out! What we call crullers are built just like these, with a hole in the middle.”
“Some folks call them fried-cakes,” offered Dick.
“Well, it doesn’t matter what they’re called,” said Chub, cheerfully; “they look fine and Harry has made lots of them. And, say, fellows, look at the sugar on them! Let’s hurry and reach the dessert.”
Dick had brought Harry and her lunch basket across to the island and now they were seated on the grass in front of the tent with the contents of the basket spread before them. ”

“ Then:
“Hello,” he said, “aren’t you eating any doughnuts, Chub?”
“Me? Oh, yes, I had one,” answered Chub. “Fine, aren’t they?”
“Great,” answered Dick warmly.
“Toss me a banana, will you, Dick?” This from Roy, who, having caused the last of his doughnut to disappear, was still swallowing convulsively. “I ate so many sandwiches,” he added, in an apologetic tone, “that I can’t do justice to the doughnuts. Doughnuts are awfully filling things, aren’t they?”
“They certainly are,” agreed Dick and Chub together.
“These will be fine for supper,” continued Dick. ”

“ Then in loud, cheerful tones, “Have another doughnut, Roy?” he asked. “I’m going to.”
“Sure,” said Roy. “Have one, Chub?”
“You bet! I just didn’t want to eat them all now for fear there wouldn’t be any left for breakfast; but I dare say there’ll be enough. Good, aren’t they?”
“Don’t think I ever tasted better,” said Dick.
“Swell!” said Roy.
“They’re not! They’re perfectly horrid!” Harry’s tearful eyes were gazing at them tragically. “It—it’s the almond!”
“The—the what?” asked Roy.
“The almond flav-flavoring,” faltered Harry. ”