What shall I call you, please ?" Adah was tempted to answer her at once, "Adah Hastings"-- it seemed so wrong to impose in any way on that frank, sweet woman; but she remembered Mrs.Worthington's injunction, and for her sake she refrained, keeping silent a moment, and then breaking out impetuously: "Please, Miss Richards, don't ask my real name, for I'd rather not give it now.

I will tell you of the past, though I did not ever mean to do that; but something about you makes me know I can trust you." And then, amid a shower of tears, in which Anna's, too, were mingled, Adah told her sad story.
"But why do you wish to conceal ?" she asked, after Adah had finished.
"Is there any reason ?" "At first there was none in particular, save a fancy I had, but there came one afterward--the request of one who had been, kind to me as a dear mother.

Is it wrong not to tell the whole ?" "I think not.

You have dealt honestly with me so far, but what shall I call you?
You must have a name." "Oh, may I stay ?" Adah asked eagerly, forgetting her late terror of 'Lina.
"Of course you may.

Did you think I would turn you away ?" was Anna's reply; and laying her head upon the white counterpane of the bed, Adah cried passionately; not a wild, bitter cry, but a delicious kind of cry which did her good, even though her whole frame quivered and her low, choking sobs fell distinctly on Anna's ear.
"Poor child!" the latter said, laying her soft hand on the bowed head.
"You have suffered much, but with me you shall find rest.