Come, let us go and pay our compliments to the Senator.

He rises betimes.

If he stayed at the tavern he will be out and up at his house by now." The schoolmaster and I went over to Mr.Wright's house--a white, frame building which had often been pointed out to me.
Mrs.Wright, a fine-looking lady who met us at the door, said that the Senator had gone over to the mill with his wheelbarrow.
Mr.Hacket asked for the time and she answered: "It wants one minute of seven." I quote her words to show how early the day began with us back in those times.
"We've plenty of time and we'll wait for him," said the schoolmaster.
"I see him!" said little John as he and Ruth ran to the gate and down the rough plank walk to meet him.
We saw him coming a little way down the street in his shirt-sleeves with his barrow in front of him.

He stopped and lifted little John in his arms, and after a moment put him down and embraced Ruth.
"Well, I see ye still love the tender embrace o' the wheelbarrow," said Mr.Hacket as we approached the Senator.
"My embrace is the tenderer of the two," the latter laughed with a look at his hands.
He recognized me and seized my two hands and shook them as he said: "Upon my word, here is my friend Bart.

I was not looking for you here." He put his hand on my head, now higher than his shoulder, and said: "I was not looking for you _here_." He moved his hand down some inches and added: "I was looking for you down there.