The Great Lemonade Deception

This is a true story that occurred last Sunday evening. A young man escorted his date to and from church, and upon arriving at her home, their discussion of the sermon and the extreme heat suggested an invitation, readily accepted by Charlie, that they step into the house and partake of a cooling glass of lemonade. She led him to the dining room, and there found naughty brother Ben about to squeeze the last lemon in the house for his own benefit. Calling him aside, she induced Ben, by means of sundry threats and promises, to discard that lemon and make Charlie and herself a glass. A self-sacrificing thought struck her! 'No, Ben,' said she, 'put the juice of the whole lemon into Charlie's glass and bring me a glass of water. He won't notice it—there's no light in the parlor!' Ben was making one good, strong lemonade, as directed, when Charlie quietly slipped out and remarked: 'I say, Ben! Put the juice of your entire lemon in your sister's glass and bring me some ice water—there is no light in the parlor, and she won't notice it!' Ben's forte is in obeying orders. With a merry twinkle in his eye he drank the lemonade, then carried them each a glass of water, which they drank with much apparent relish, asking each other between sips if it was sweet enough! And naughty brother Ben, with the taste of that lemonade in his mouth, stood out in the hall and laughed till his sides ached, to hear them assure each other that it was 'just right,' so palatable and so refreshing.