Uncle Peabody had had little to say and I had kept still knowing that he sat in the shadow of a great problem.
There was a crowd of men and women in front of Mr.Wright's office and through its open door I saw many of his fellow townsmen.

We waited at the door for a few minutes.

I crowded in while Uncle Peabody stood talking with a villager.

The Senator caught sight of me and came to my side and put his hand on my head and said: "Hello, Bart! How you've grown! and how handsome you look! Where's your uncle ?" "He's there by the door," I answered.
"Well, le's go and see him." Then I followed him out of the office.
Mr.Wright was stouter and grayer and grander than when I had seen him last.

He was dressed in black broadcloth and wore a big beaver hat and high collar and his hair was almost white.