I spose you want to be a cattleboy, drawled the multicolored beard whose name was Carrol Day, a curiously feminine name, thought Martin, not yet acquaintanced with the bearded Marions, Fannys and Abbys of Texas who, saddled by their unthinking mothers with dainty names, built savagely masculine frames of character.
And the name was Marion. Not Mary or Marie or anything similar? You're absolutely certain about that? Stacey nodded. It's not a common name, she said. I mean I know two Maries and even a Mary though she's older than me. But Marion. I don't think I've ever met a Marion. So I know I've got it right..