Rhoda

He who brought me up sold me to a certain Rhoda at Rome.

And as Peter knocked at the door of the gate, a damsel came to hearken, named Rhoda. And when she knew Peter's voice, she opened not the gate for gladness, but ran in, and told how Peter stood before the gate.

'One little girl. Her name is Rhoda.' 'What? Roader?' The others all looked suspicious of a name nobody had ever heard. 'It's in the Bible,' he said.