4 A.M.
`` Hear , hear , '' said Dunham . `` You must have had good weather up there , -- or else , '' he added , `` fallen in love with your niece . '' Judge Trent still looked into space . `` Yes , '' he went on slowly , `` move my books to the Mill Farm , leave Hannah the house , but not my address , and begin rising at 4 A.M. for breakfast with Cap'n Lem . Then row out to my pound , take in the fish , and send them to Boston . What retaining fee could compare to the satisfaction of making money that way ? Think of the sights and sounds , the peace of mind ! ''