The clock shook again. The old woman moved back.
“That was Annie’s voice. Husband, you go and see. If that is not Annie, then my heart is dead forever, and I hope there may be no hereafter for me.”
Farmer Overfield took the keys and slowly opened the clock door.
The guests stood with motionless eyes. The opening door revealed at first a dress, then a hand. The old woman threw up her arms.
“That’s Annie’s hand. There is no ring on it. Annie was too poor to have a wedding-ring. Open it slowly, husband. If she is not living, I am dead.”
The door was moved slowly by a trembling hand. A form appeared.
“That’s Annie,” said the old woman.
A face. The lips parted.
“Father, may I come out and sit beside you in the chair at the table?”