The stage name had been bothersome.
"It ain't as if you had a name like mine," the girl went on.

"I simply had to have help." He wondered what her own name was.

He had never heard her called anything but the absurd and undignified "Flips." She caught the question he had looked.
"Well, my honest-to-God name is Sarah Nevada Montague; Sarah for Ma and Nevada for Reno where Ma had to stop off for me--she was out of the company two weeks--and if you ever tell a soul I'll have the law on you.
That was a fine way to abuse a helpless baby, wasn't it ?" "But Sarah is all right.

I like Sarah." "Do you, Kid ?" She patted his hand.

"All right, then, but it's only for your personal use." "Of course the Nevada--" he hesitated.