"When you have found anything you really admire in the galleries here, Miss Macks, will you tell me?"
"Of course I will. I should wish to do so in any case, because, if you are to help me, you ought to thoroughly understand me. There is one thing more I should like to ask," she added, as they turned towards the door, "and that is that you would not call me Miss Macks. I am not used to it, and it sounds strangely; no one ever called me that in Tuscolee."
"What did they call you in Tuscolee?"
"They called me Miss Ettie; my name is Ethelinda Faith. But my friends and older people called me just 'Ettie'; I wish you would, too."
"I am certainly older," replied Noel, gravely (he was thirty-three); "but I do not like Ettie. With your permission, I will call you Faith."
"Do you like it? It's so old-fashioned! It was my grandmother's name."
"I like it immensely," he answered, leading the way down-stairs.
"You can't think how I've enjoyed it," she said, warmly, at the door.
"Yet you do not agree with my opinions?"
"Not yet. But all the same it was perfectly delightful. Good-bye."