We couldn't somehow have it natural to call her 'Lizabeth, and Nan wanted her called for me.

I was always Lizzie, you know.

Now you must write soon.
"Your loving mother, ELIZABETH BRADY." There was no date nor address to the letter, but an address had been pencilled on the outside in her mother's cramped school-girl hand.

It was dim but still readable, "Mrs.Elizabeth Brady, 18---- Flora Street, Philadelphia." Elizabeth studied the last word, then drew out the envelope again, and looked at that.

Yes, the two names were the same.