nine o'clock
There was a breakfast as fine as had been the supper , and as for the coffee , the hardened man of the city and jests and cynicism found himself wondering that there should have developed jokes about what `` mother used to make . '' The more he thought of it , the madder he became . `` We are a nation of cheap laughers , '' he said to himself savagely . At nine o'clock the mother came out to where the man was smoking on the piazza , with her bonnet on and ready for the little boat-trip . They were to go to the outlet of Lake Huron and back . They would have luncheon either at Sarnia or Port Huron . They would decide when the time came .