Hospitality was not gracefully avoidable.

The four received candy cigars and became mere hangers-on of the rich, lost to all self-respect, fawning, falsely solicitous, brightly expectant.

Chocolate mice were next distributed.
The four guests were now so much of the party as to manifest quick hostility to a fifth boy who had beamingly essayed to be numbered among them.

They officiously snubbed and even covertly threatened this fifth boy, who none the less lingered very determinedly by the host, and was presently rewarded with sticky largesse; whereupon he was accepted by the four, and himself became hostile to another aspirant.
But mere candy began to cloy--Solly Gumble had opened the second box of chocolate mice--and the host even abandoned his reenforced lemon, which was promptly communized by the group.

He tried to think of something to eat that wouldn't be candy, whereupon mounted in his mind the pyramid of watermelons a block down the street before the Bon Ton Grocery.
"We'll have a watermelon," he announced in tones of quiet authority, and his cohorts gurgled applause.
They pressed noisily about him as he went to the Bon Ton.