nine o'clock
`` Then you accept his proposal ? '' `` Not I , but we together . '' `` All right ; it 's a go . '' AT nine o'clock on a bright sunshiny morning in August the usual group were gathered on the dock at Squirrel Island . Some were watching the arrival and departure of the different steamers , not forgetting the little _ Nellie G. _ , plying between that summer resort and Boothbay Harbor , some three miles distant , with calls at other islands as the passengers wished . Sailboats were getting ready to take parties out , some to fish , while others sought only the pleasure of the cruise itself . Small launches came up to the low-lying float for men and women to get on board , while others were rowed out in small boats to the anchored craft .