"It is only two verses. My old Scotch nurse used to sing it when I was a
little girl-oh, so long ago! I didn't know I could sing it."

She began without more ado, standing in the middle of the room, with her
back towards the door.

Annie was dowie, an' Willie was wae:
What can be the matter wi' siccan a twae?
For Annie was bonnie's the first o' the day,
And Willie was strang an' honest an' gay.

Oh! the tane had a daddy was poor an' was proud;
An' the tither a minnie that cared for the gowd.
They lo'ed are anither, an' said their say--
But the daddy an' minnie hae pairtit the twae.

Just as she finished the song, I saw the sharp eyes of Lady Lucy peeping
in at the door.

"Lady Lucy is watching at the door, Lady Alice," I said.

"I don't care," she answered; but turned with a flush on her face, and
stepped noiselessly to the door.

"There is no one there," she said, returning.

"There was, though," I answered.

"They want to drive me mad," she cried, and hurried from the room.