six o'clock
It has to dae wi ' yir decision . `` Ye mind wee Issie ? Well , the mornin ' ye came back frae Charleston , she was lyin ' white an ' still on the pillow . She hadna spoke a ' through the nicht , an ' we a ' thocht she wad speak nae mair -- but at six o'clock yir train blew afore it came into the station . An ' wee Issie stirred on the pillow . Her lips moved an ' I pit doon my ear . '' ` He 'll be on that train , ' she whispered low .