four o'clock Monday morning
It was a long time before Monday morning , but in a sudden elation he strapped his valise and said to the porter -- `` Grand Central Depot . '' `` Back to Boston again ? '' `` Not much ! But I 'm not going to get up at four o'clock Monday morning either . '' In Boston that evening a servant of the Fairs told one of their familiar friends who happened to drop in , that Mr. Fair , senior , was in , but that Mr. Henry had gone to spend Sunday at some Connecticut River town , he was not sure which , but -- near Springfield . Next morning , John March , for the first time in his life , saw and heard the bobolink . `` Ah !