about four o'clock
This land is a gloomy sort of business . Give me the bright , changeful sea . '' `` And I , '' said Elspeth , `` would be threading rowan berries for a necklace in the heather of Medwyn Glen . It must be about four o'clock of a midsummer afternoon and a cloudless sky , except for white streamers over Tinto . Ah , my own kind countryside ! '' Ringan 's face changed . `` You are right , my lady .