"Have you a card?" the girl had recovered from her coughing fit, but her face was very red.
"A what?" asked the boy.
"A card—your name."
"Oh, my name is Connie Morgan."
"And, your address?"
"Ma'am?"
"Where do you live?"
"Ten Bow."
"Where? Is it in Minnesota?"
"No, it's in Alaska—and I wish I was back there right now."