He sensed the repressed thrill in her voice, and he knew that in the light of day he would have seen fire in her cheeks.

He smiled, and in that smile he could not quite keep back the cynicism of his thought.
"And what do you know about Alaska, Miss Standish ?" "Nothing," she said.

"And yet I love it." She pointed to the mountains.
"I wish I might have been born among them.

You are fortunate.

You should love America." "Alaska, you mean!" "No, America." There was a flashing challenge in her eyes.