Mrs.White's name is that.

Her husband calls her 'Hep,' and she doesn't like it.

She says when he calls out 'Hep--Hep!' she feels just as if the next minute he was going to yell 'Hurrah!' And she doesn't like to be hurrahed at." Nancy's gloomy face relaxed into a broad smile.
"Well, if you don't beat the Dutch! Say, do you know ?--I sha'n't never hear 'Nancy' now that I don't think o' that 'Hep--Hep!' and giggle.

My, I guess I AM glad--" She stopped short and turned amazed eyes on the little girl.

"Say, Miss Pollyanna, do you mean--was you playin' that 'ere game THEN--about my bein' glad I wa'n't named Hephzibah' ?" Pollyanna frowned; then she laughed.
"Why, Nancy, that's so! I WAS playing the game--but that's one of the times I just did it without thinking, I reckon.