Three o'clock
Sylvia 's colour rose , and her eyes sparkled out of sympathy . ` Is ta sure ? ' she asked , breathless in her turn ; for though she did not know by the aspect of the different ships on what trade they were bound , yet she was well aware of the paramount interest attached to whaling vessels . ` Three o'clock ! and it 's not high water till five ! ' said Molly . ` If we 're sharp we can sell our eggs , and be down to the staithes before she comes into port .