six o'clock
Your feyther had his , an hour syne . Your porridge is yet boiling in the pot , the kettle is simmering on the hob , and the cheena still standing on the table . Why didna you lift your ain porridge , and mak ' yoursel ' a cup o ' tea ? Christine and mysel ' had our breakfasts before it chappit six o'clock . You cam ' hame wi ' your feyther , you should hae ta'en your breakfast with him . '' `` I was wet through , and covered with herring scales . I was in no condition to take a meal , or to sit with my books and Christine all morning , writing . ''