I'd like that.

In this big wild Arizona a girl--an' I reckon a man--feels so insignificant.

What's a name, anyhow?
Still, people an' things have to be distinguished.

I'll call y'u 'Stranger' an' be satisfied--if y'u say it's fair for y'u not to tell who y'u are." "Fair! No, it's not," declared Jean, forced to confession.

"My name's Jean--Jean Isbel." "ISBEL!" she exclaimed, with a violent start.