about seven o'clock
`` Give my love to both of them , '' said Aunt Ella , `` and tell Alice I send her a kiss . I wo n't tell you how to deliver it ; you will probably find some way before you come back . '' Quincy protested that he could not undertake to deliver it , but his aunt only laughed , kissed him , bade him good-by , and told him to be sure and come down to Maine to see her . Quincy and Leopold took the Saturday afternoon boat and arrived , as usual , about seven o'clock . They both repaired to the hotel previously patronized by Quincy , having decided to defer their call upon the young ladies until Sunday morning . It was a bright , beautiful day , not a cloud was to be seen in the broad , blue expanse above them . A cool breeze was blowing steadily from the southwest , and as the young men walked down Centre Street towards the Cliff , Leopold remarked that he did not wonder that the Nantucketers loved their `` tight little isle '' and were sorry to leave it .