"Has Althea been stopping there, Dan?"
"Yes, mother."
"Then how can she stay even one night in this poor place?"
"I will ask her. Althea, do you mind stopping here just one night? We will go to a better place to-morrow."
"No, Dan, I don't care."
"There, mother, I told you so, Althea is a brick."
"What a funny boy you are, Dan! How can I be a brick? A brick is red and ugly, and I am not."
"No, Althea, you are not ugly, but your cheeks are red."
"They don't look like a brick, Dan."
"No, they don't. I take it all back."