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Updated: June 11, 2025
Whatever his feelings might have been, Laurie found a vent for them in a long low whistle and the fearful prediction as they parted at the gate, "Mark my words, Jo, you'll go next." The June roses over the porch were awake bright and early on that morning, rejoicing with all their hearts in the cloudless sunshine, like friendly little neighbors, as they were.
As Laurie spoke, he delivered a brown paper parcel to Meg, pulled Beth's hair ribbon, stared at Jo's big pinafore, and fell into an attitude of mock rapture before Amy, then shook hands all round, and everyone began to talk. "Where is John?" asked Meg anxiously. "Stopped to get the license for tomorrow, ma'am."
Once outside the cabinet it seemed to hesitate, hanging at about the height of a man's head then, after an instant, it retired once more, re-entered the cabinet, disappeared in the direction from which it had come, and once more died out. Well, there it had been; there was no doubt about it.... And Laurie was unacquainted with any mechanism that could produce it.
It seemed as if there must really be an "Annie Laurie" in his life. Surely a man could not sing like that, and look like that in singing, unless he called up the face of some woman he loved. I wondered if he thought of Mrs. West, who is so very pretty, and rather like the description of "Annie Laurie."
With a gesture, the latter ordered the two men through the door. "Wait just outside," he directed. He turned to Laurie. "Out you go!" he ordered brusquely. Laurie hesitated, glancing at Doris, but he could not meet her eye. At the window, with her back to the room, she stared out at the storm. Even in that moment her attitude stunned him.
It is a sweet, secluded spot, and Cock-Robin it was September was chanting his cheerful noonday song over the sleepers when I was there. At Craigdarrock House is kept Annie's will, a copy of which I give. As a will, simply, it is of no special value. As Annie Laurie's, it will be read with interest. "I, Anna Laurie, spouse to Alexr. Fergusone of Craigdarrock.
Baxter made more than one attempt to get back to more mundane subjects, but it was useless. When even the weather serves as a symbol, the plain man is done for. Then Laurie came in. He looked very self-contained and rather pinched this morning, and shook hands with the lady without a word.
Luckily the lady of the house knew the song of "Annie Laurie," played fast it made an excellent reel tune. As you may suppose, all succeeded admirably; we nearly died of laughing, and I only wish Lord Breadalbane had been by to see.
I told the sexton to put it right. He seems to have done it.... Laurie, why do you look like that?" He was staring at her with an expression that might have meant anything. She would not have been surprised if he had burst into a fit of laughter. It was horrible and unnatural. "Laurie! Laurie! Don't look like that!" He turned suddenly away and left her. She hurried after him.
'Nay, quoth Thomas Idle, 'I have not done with Annie Laurie yet. And he proceeded with that idle but popular ballad, to the effect that for the bonnie young person of that name he would 'lay him doon and dee' equivalent, in prose, to lay him down and die. 'What an ass that fellow was! cried Goodchild, with the bitter emphasis of contempt. 'Which fellow? asked Thomas Idle.
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