four o'clock
The sail boat was gliding over the water , proudly as the clouds themselves drifted overhead . The Westbrook girls were allowing their visitors full scope of the graceful craft , but objected definitely to Grace taking a ride in the little dory that raced behind . Grace thought such a feat would be a genuine lark , but Captain Mae reminded her that the Sandy Hook Bay was not the placid little Glimmer Lake she had been accustomed to sporting upon . Down in the cabin a real tea was served at four o'clock , and if automobiling is conducive to real appetites , sailing leads to the port of hunger-pangs ; and as an alleviative Orange Pekoe , cheese , cookies , lettuce sandwiches , with peanut butter and other conserves , can be heartily recommended , according to the Log of the Blowell , as inscribed that day by the True Treds . `` All hands on the deck , '' ordered Cleo , in mock severity , when cracker tins and tea cups were being worked to the point of refined cruelty . `` Aye , aye , sir , '' replied Grace , being first to reach deck . `` Shall we sing ` Starboard watch ahoy ! '