Of course if you insist upon having grape juice----" "Tea," was the judiciously lowered chorus from the obliging guests.
"Thank you," bowed Elfreda.

"I wouldn't have given you the grape juice, at any rate." By half-past ten nothing remained of the feast but the grape juice, and the guests began clamoring insistently for that.
"We are breaking the ten-thirty rule into microscopic pieces," declared Elfreda as she dropped slices of orange and pineapple on the ice in the bottom of the glasses, added orange juice, sugar and grape juice.

"If it isn't sweet enough, help yourself to sugar.

The bowl is on the table.
And you can only have one straw apiece.

The commissary department is short on straws.