ten o'clock
`` Wha ? '' says Sandy , wi ' a winderin ' look in his e ` e. `` Oor postie ! '' says I ; `` he 's aye late . You 'll of ` en hear his whistle i ' the street when it 's efter ten o'clock at nicht . '' Sandy gaed shauchlin ' oot at the door , chuck-chuck-chuckin ' awa ' till himsel ' like a clockin ' hen , an ' I didna see hint nor hair o ' him for mair than twa ` oors efter . But what cud ye expeck ? That 's juist aye the wey o ' thae men when they get the warst o ` t.