It's pretty good.

They'll give you a room, plenty of water, and a looking-glass--an' charge you a dollar.

I'd go with you, but I'm expecting a friend a little later, and if I move I may lose him.
Anybody will tell you where Bill's place is.

It's a red an' white striped tent--and it's respectable." The stranger girl thanked her, and turned for her bag.

As she left the car, the Little Angel's eyes followed her with a malicious gleam that gave them the strange glow of candles in a sepulchral cavern.