one o'clock
` No ; I ca n't . A should like it well enough , but somehow , there 's a deal o ' work to be done yet , for t ' hours slip through one 's fingers so as there 's no knowing . Mind yo ' , then , o ' Sunday . A 'll be at t ' stile one o'clock punctual ; and we 'll go slowly into t ' town , and look about us as we go , and see folk 's dresses ; and go to t ' church , and say wer prayers , and come out and have a look at t ' funeral . ' And with this programme of proceedings settled for the following Sunday , the girls whom neighbourhood and parity of age had forced into some measure of friendship parted for the time . Sylvia hastened home , feeling as if she had been absent long ; her mother stood on the little knoll at the side of the house watching for her , with her hand shading her eyes from the low rays of the setting sun : but as soon as she saw her daughter in the distance , she returned to her work , whatever that might be . She was not a woman of many words , or of much demonstration ; few observers would have guessed how much she loved her child ; but Sylvia , without any reasoning or observation , instinctively knew that her mother 's heart was bound up in her .