"They still have their red house by the fish market."
They lived next door to me in the red brick house.
Through all the changes, the little red house has endured.
There was her nice little red brick house, but no woman.
On the door of each square red house a number was painted.
At its base there sat a large dark red brick house.
The lights were nearly all turned out in the red brick house.
She turned the car around and started back to the red brick house in the growing light of another gray day.
Our friend in the red house may be one of those reasons.
Since then, she has driven by the red house with green doors several times.
