"Ralely," replied Peg, gravely.
"Is that FINAL?"
"It's the most final thing there is in the wurrld," replied Peg, on the brink of an outburst of laughter.
Alaric looked so anxious and crestfallen now—in sharp contrast to his attitude of triumph a few moments before.
To her amazement the gloom lifted from her cousin's countenance. He took a deep breath, looked at her in genuine relief, and cried out heartily:
"I say! You're a BRICK!"
"Am I?" asked Peg.
"It's really awfully good of you. Some girls in your position would have jumped at me. Positively JUMPED!"
"WOULD they—poor things!"
"But YOU—why, you're a genuine, little, hall-marked 'A number one brick'! I'm extremely obliged to you."