"Say,  What's your name, mister?" she inquired,
 after she climbed up in the truck.

 "It's Snow----Roy Snow," he answered, "and what's yours?"

 "Me, I'm June----June Hansen," she said.

 After a short while she asked, "Hey, why do you keep sizing
 me up with those sidelong glances?"

 "Can you imagine what it might be like," he countered,
  ....having eight inches of Snow in June?"