noon
`` A fine wind , a fine wind ! '' Captain Enos said with a satisfied nod , as his boat went flying along ; `` I 'll make Boston Harbor before nightfall at this rate , in time to get my fish ashore by dusk , if I can slide into a landing without the British stopping me . My cargo will be welcome , '' and Captain Enos smiled to himself as he thought of the praise he would get from his friends and acquaintance for his brave venture in such troublous times . Toward noon Anne carefully let herself down from the bunk , and peered out through the door , which Captain Enos had left open . She could see the low sandy shores of Cape Cod , and here and there a white-sailed boat . `` I guess we must be ` most to Boston , '' she thought ; `` the sun is way up in the middle of the sky , and I am so hungry . '' She came a little nearer to the cabin door and put her head out .