five in the morning
`` Well , '' said Gertie , turning sharply on him , `` if you do n't like Canada , why did you come out ? '' `` You do n't suppose , '' said Hornby , rising slowly to his feet , `` I 'd have let them send me if I 'd have known what I was in for , do you ? Not much . Up at five in the morning and working about the place like a navvy till your back feels as if it ` ud break , and then back again in the afternoon . And the same thing day after day . What was the good of sending me to Harrow and Oxford if that 's what I 've got to do all my life ? '' There was a tragic dignity in his tone which for the moment held even Gertie silent .