A word of warning, don't drink the toast to Ruth's father through a straw," she ended with a giggle.
The giggle proved infectious and went the round of the table.

Grace was the first to remember the toast to be drunk.

Elfreda had just poured the sixth, her own glass of grape juice, and slipped into her place at the table.

Rising to her feet Grace said simply, "To Ruth's father.

May she see him soon." The toast was drunk standing.