He put the bottle to his lips and tilted it.

A camera was brought up to record closely the look of pleased astonishment that enlivened his face.

He arose to his feet, tilted the bottle again, this time drinking abundantly.

He smacked his lips with relish, glanced furtively at the group of women in the background, caught the country boy by a sleeve and drew him farther along the porch.
"He's telling you what fine stuff this grape juice is," explained Baird; "saying that your mother must be a wonderful old lady, and he'll drop over to meet her; and in the meantime he wants you to bring him all this grape juice she has.

He'll take it; she can name her own price.