At least try a sample." The Girl lifted the glass to her lips with a trembling hand.
"I'm like Aunt Molly," she said; "I wish I could drink all I could swallow, and then lie down and go to sleep forever.

I suppose this is what they have in Heaven." "No, it's what they drink all over earth at present, but I have a conceit of my own brand.

Some of it is too strong of one fruit or of the other, and all too sweet for health.

This is compounded scientifically and it's just right.

If you are not accustomed to cold drinks, go slowly." "You can't scare me," said the Girl; "I'm going to drink all I want." There was a note of excitement in the Harvester's laugh.
"You must have some, too!" "After a while," he said.