eight o'clock
The little seamstress had never been out of Glasgow in her life . Even the Fair holidays , signal for an almost universal exodus ` doon the water , ' brought no emancipation for her . It may be imagined that such a sudden and unexpected invitation to the country filled her with the liveliest anticipation . By eight o'clock that night she had finished her pile of work , and immediately made haste with it to the warehouse which employed her . When she had received her meagre payment , and had another bundle rather contemptuously pushed towards her by the hard-visaged forewoman , she experienced quite a little thrill of pride in refusing it . ` No , thank you , Mrs. Galbraith ; I dinna need ony mair the day , ' she said , and her face flushed under the forewoman 's strong , steady stare . ` Oh , what 's up ? '