'But you won't be so any more.'
'No, no, no. I won't, I won't, I won't.'
She talked hurriedly, almost wildly. The coarse old woman tapped her forehead with her finger. Falconer took the girl's hand.
'What is your name?' he said.
'Nell.'
'What more?'
'Nothing more.'
'Well, Nelly,' said Falconer.
'How kind of you to call me Nelly!' interrupted the poor girl. 'They always calls me Nell, just.'
'Nelly,' repeated Falconer, 'I will send a lady here to-morrow to take you away with her, if you like, and tell you how you must do to find Jesus.—People always find him that want to find him.'