3V0586.03 [doos, doos] = juice 8/31/79
Miriam was in the kitchen, fooling around with the refrigerator. As she
began closing it, Peggy ran in from the living room crying [doos…doos].
It took me a moment to realize what she meant; then I called after her,
“Juice ? Do you want some juice, Peggy ?” She replied with an
affirmative noise, and Miriam gave her some orange juice. Gretchen.