eight o'clock
There was literally no other mode of conveyance within miles , and time was precious . Salemina wrapped herself in Francesca 's long black cloak , and climbed into the cart . Dinnis hauls turf in it , takes a sack of potatoes or a pig to market in it , and the stubborn little ass , blind of one eye , has never in his wholly elective course of existence taken up the subject of speed . It was eight o'clock when Benella mounted the seat beside Salemina , and gave the donkey a preliminary touch of the stick . `` Be aisy wid him , '' cautioned Peter . `` He 's a very arch donkey for a lady to be dhrivin ' , and mebbe he 'd lay down and not get up for you . '' `` Arrah !