eight o'clock
You wants ter put on yo ' bes ' clothes an ' slick up , fer dey 're partic ` lar people . Ef you git de place I 'll expec ' you ter pay me fer de time I lose in ` tendin ' ter yo ' business , fer time is money in dis country , an ' folks do n't do much fer nuthin ' . '' Next morning Wellington blacked his shoes carefully , put on a clean collar , and with the aid of Mrs. Johnson tied his cravat in a jaunty bow which gave him quite a sprightly air and a much younger look than his years warranted . Mr. Peterson called for him at eight o'clock . After traversing several cross streets they turned into Oakwood Avenue and walked along the finest part of it for about half a mile . The handsome houses of this famous avenue , the stately trees , the wide-spreading lawns , dotted with flower beds , fountains and statuary , made up a picture so far surpassing anything in Wellington 's experience as to fill him with an almost oppressive sense of its beauty . `` Hit looks lack hebben , '' he said softly .