Six o'clock
` Where are ye goin ' now ? ' says he , when we 'd done . '' ` Back to my ship , ' says I. '' ` Come an ' ha ' tea to-morrow wi ' me an ' my sister , ' says he , ` an ' we 'll have another talk about Rupert 's Land . ' '' ` I will , ' says I. '' ` Six o'clock , sharp , ' says he . '' ` Sharp 's the word , ' says I. `` An ' , sure enough , I went to his house sharp to time next day , an ' there I found him an ' his sister . She was as pretty a craft as I ever set eyes on , wi ' a modest look an ' long fair ringlets -- just borderin ' on nineteen or thereaway -- but you know her , Archie , so I need n't say no more . '' `` What !