seven in the morning
He was unwise enough to say that my cousin , from whom he had heard , sent his love , and was glad I was out of our disloyal and uneasy country . There was no help for it , and thus it chanced that not until September did I see the red brick houses of my native city . Late news I had almost none , for none reached me , and I was become wild with desire to learn what the summer months had brought forth . On the fifth , day of September , 1774 , at seven in the morning , I saw my Jack in a boat come out to meet me as we came to anchor in the stream . He looked brown and handsome , reddening with joy as he made me welcome . All were well , he said . I did not ask for Darthea .