seven o'clock
The doors were closed , the soft sea wind blew up the valley , and the breaking of the waves on the shore below was distinctly audible . Sara and Morva did not attend the Sciet , but shut themselves up in their cottage , cowering over the fire as if it had been winter . Sara particularly , appeared to suffer acutely as the evening hours passed on . `` There 's the sun going , mother , 't is seven o'clock , the Sciet is over . Will I go and meet them ? Oh ! mother , I long to comfort 'n' wncwl Ebben . ''