every
Friday afternoon about four o'clock
What is to become o ' my puir sowl ! '' It was a week before she drank another drop -- and then she took her devils with circumspection , and the firm resolve to let no more of them enter into her than she could manage to keep in order . Mr. and Mrs. Sclater got over their annoyance as well as they could , and agreed that in this case no notice should be taken of Gibbie 's conduct . It had come to be the custom that Gibbie should go to Donal every Friday afternoon about four o'clock , and remain with him till the same time on Saturday , which was a holiday with both . One Friday , just after he was gone , the temptation seized Mrs. Sclater to follow him , and , paying the lads an unexpected visit , see what they were about . It was a bright cold afternoon ; and in fur tippet and muff , amidst the snow that lay everywhere on roofs and window-sills and pavements , and the wind that blew cold as it blows in few places besides , she looked , with her bright colour and shining eyes , like life itself laughing at death . But not many of those she met carried the like victory in their countenances , for the cold was bitter .