Pocket-radio. To listen to weather forecasts, I bet.
Lillian was not the least disturbed by the fact that, barely to be heard under the flow of the conversation, Mr. Sakkaro’s small radio was on, and she never actually saw him put it occasionally to his ear
...If I see them biting away at another cotton candy stick I’ll turn green and sicken on the spot. If they haven’t had a dozen a piece, I’ll eat a dozen myself.
I know, and they’re buying a handful for the child now.