ten o’clock
`` Whist , whist , sirs , for God 's sake ! '' said Mrs. Mailsetter , `` there 's somebody in the shop , '' -- then aloud -- `` Look to the customers , Baby ! '' -- Baby answered from without in a shrill tone -- `` It 's naebody but Jenny Caxon , ma'am , to see if there 's ony letters to her . '' `` Tell her , '' said the faithful postmistress , winking to her compeers , `` to come back the morn at ten o'clock , and I 'll let her ken -- we havena had time to sort the mail letters yet -- she 's aye in sic a hurry , as if her letters were o ' mair consequence than the best merchant 's o ' the town . '' Poor Jenny , a girl of uncommon beauty and modesty , could only draw her cloak about her to hide the sigh of disappointment and return meekly home to endure for another night the sickness of the heart occasioned by hope delayed . `` There 's something about a needle and a pole , '' said Mrs. Shortcake , to whom her taller rival in gossiping had at length yielded a peep at the subject of their curiosity . `` Now , that 's downright shamefu ' , '' said Mrs. Heukbane , `` to scorn the poor silly gait of a lassie after he 's keepit company wi ' her sae lang , and had his will o ' her , as I make nae doubt he has . ''