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I've got another novelty, Johnson,' said Mr Crummles one morning in great glee.`What's that?' rejoined Nicholas. `The pony?'`No, no, we never come to the pony till everything else has failed,' said Mr Crummles. `I don't think we shall come to the pony at all, this season. No, no, not the pony.'`A boy phenomenon, perhaps?' suggested Nicholas.`There is only one phenomenon, sir,' replied Mr Crummles impressively, `and that's a girl.'`Very true,' said Nicholas. `I beg your pardon. Then I don't know what it is, I am sure.'`What should you say to a young lady from London?' inquired Mr Crummles. `Miss So-and-so, of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane?'`I should say she would MBT Shoes Sale look MBT very well in the bills,' said Nicholas.`You're about right there,' said Mr Crummles; `and if you had said she would look very well upon the stage too, you wouldn't have been far out. Look here; what do you think of this?'With this inquiry Mr Crummles unfolded a red poster, and a blue poster, and a yellow poster, at the top of each of which public notification was inscribed in enormous characters -- `First appearance of the unrivalled Miss Petowker of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane!'`Dear me!' said Nicholas, `I know that lady.'`Then you are acquainted with as much talent as was ever compressed into one young person's body,' retorted Mr Crummles, rolling up the bills again; `that is, talent of a certain sort -- of a certain sort. "The Blood Drinker,"' added MBT Shoes Mr Crummles with a prophetic sigh, `"The Blood Drinker" will die with that girl; and she's the only sylph I ever saw, who could stand upon one leg, and play the tambourine on her other knee, like a sylph.'`When does she come down?' asked Nicholas.`We expect her today,' replied Mr Crummles. `She is an old friend of Mrs Crummles's. Mrs Crummles saw what she could do -- always knew it from the first. She taught her, indeed, nearly all she knows. Mrs Crummles was the original Blood Drinker.'`Was she, indeed?'`Yes. She was obliged to give it up though.'`Did it disagree with her?' asked Nicholas.`Not so much with her, as with her audiences,' replied Mr Crummles. `Nobody could stand it. It was too tremendous. You don't quite know what Mrs Crummles is yet.'Nicholas ventured to insinuate that he thought he did.`No, no, you don't,' said Mr Crummles; `you don't, indeed. I don't, and that's a fact. I MBT Trainers don't think her country will, till she is dead. Some new proof of talent bursts from that astonishing woman every year of her life. Look at her -- mother of six children -- three of 'em alive, and all upon the stage!'`Extraordinary!' cried Nicholas.`Ah! extraordinary indeed,' rejoined Mr Crummles, taking a complacent pinch of snuff, and shaking his head gravely. `I pledge you my professional word I didn't even know she could dance, till her last benefit, and then she played Juliet, and Helen Macgregor, and did the skipping-rope hornpipe between the pieces.