"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I shall be off the map for three weeks. I've got to jump on a train to-morrow and go visit the old folks back in East Gilead. It's Pop's birthday on Saturday, and I never miss it."
"East Gilead?"
"Idaho. You wouldn't have heard of the place, but it's there."
"But I have heard of it. A great friend of mine comes from East Gilead."
"You don't say! Who?"
"A man named George Finch."
She laughed amusedly.
"You don't actually mean to tell me you know George Finch?"
"He is my most intimate friend."
"Then I trust for your sake," said the girl, "that he is not such a yap as he used to be."