seven o'clock
`` Why , Maggie , you never talked about Scotland to me at all , '' said Jeff in some astonishment as he saw actual tears glistening in her eyes . `` It is n't them as does the most talking as feels the most , '' she said sharply , dashing away the unusual moisture . As they got nearer to the big house , which looked so cold and bare , Jeff saw that a boy and a little girl stood under the portico awaiting their arrival . It was now past seven o'clock and the sun had dispersed the last thin veil of mist over the mountains , and was shining with might on the glittering windows of the big house which was to be Jeff 's new home . `` This is your cousin from India , children , '' said Mr. Colquhoun , as he lifted Jeff down from the back of the dog-cart , where he sat with Maggie . Then the little traveller saw that the other boy wore a kilt , and was not at all like his father . The girl had on a sun-bonnet , and Jeff only got a glimpse of a pair of rosy cheeks .