"What's your name, mister?" she inquired, after she climbed up in the truck.
It's Snow - Roy Snow," he answered, and yours?"
"Me, I'm June Hansen," she said.
"Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?" she challenged the trucker some miles down the road.
"Oh, I was just thinkin' what it
might be like," he drawled, "having eight inches of Snow in June?"