All along of drinking water....

_Drops_ of water--_Dropsy_." "Never drink water," murmured Dam, absentmindedly annexing, and pocketing, an apple.
"Ah, water, but you see this is lemonade," countered Lucille.
"Home-made, too, and not--er--gusty.

It doesn't make you go----" and here it is regrettable to have to relate that Lucille made a shockingly realistic sound, painfully indicative of the condition of one who has imbibed unwisely and too well of a gas-impregnated liquor.
"No more does water in my experiants," returned Cook, "and I was not allooding to wulgarity, Miss Lucy, which you should know better than to do such.

My pore young sister's systerm turned watery and they tapped her at the last.

All through drinking too much water, which lemonade ain't so very different either, be it never so 'ome-made....
Tapped 'er they did--like a carksk, an' 'er a Band of 'Oper, Blue Ribander, an' Sunday Schooler from birth, an' not departin' from it when she grew up.