Blessed Anna Richards--the world has few like her--so gentle, so kind, so lovely, and as no one could long be with her and not feel her influence, so Adah, by the touch of the fingers still caressing her, was soothed into peaceful quiet.
When she had grown quite calm, Anna continued: "You have not told me yet what name to give you, or shall I choose one for you ?" "Oh, if you only would!" and Adah looked up quickly.
Anna began to enjoy this mystery, wondering what name she should choose.
Adah should be Rose Markham, and she repeated it aloud, asking Adah how it sounded.
"If it did not seem so much like deceiving," Adah said.

"You'll tell your family it is not my real name, won't you ?" Anna readily agreed to Adah's proposal, and then, remembering that all this time she had been sitting in her cloak and fur, she bade her lay them aside.

"Or, stay," she added, "touch that bell, if you please, and ring Pamelia up.

There's a little room adjoining this.

I mean to give you that.