eight o'clock
We often see the Highland soldiers that belong to the garrison at the castle , and they look mighty fine with their plaid shawls and their scarfs and their feathers ; but to see a man who looks as if one half of him belonged to London Bridge and the other half to the Highland moors , does look to me like a pretty bad mixture . I am not so sure , either , that the whole Highland dress is n't better suited to Egypt , where it does n't often rain , than to Scotland . Last Saturday we was at St. Giles 's Church , and the man who took us around told us we ought to come early next morning and see the military service , which was something very fine ; and as Jone gave him a shilling he said he would be on hand and watch for us , and give us a good place where we could see the soldiers come in . On Sunday morning it rained hard , but we was both at the church before eight o'clock , and so was a good many other people , but the doors was shut and they would n't let us in . They told us it was such a bad morning that the soldiers could not come out , and so there would be no military service that day . I do n't know whether those fine fellows thought that the colors would run out of their beautiful plaids , or whether they would get rheumatism in their knees ; but it did seem to me pretty hard that soldiers could not come out in the weather that lots of common citizens did n't seem to mind at all . I was a good deal put out , for I hate to get up early for nothing , but there was no use saying anything , and all we could do was to go home , as all the other people with full suits of clothes did .