You're dressed, are you, Harry?
You were sure I should come?
A thousand happy years to you, and me to see them, if you don't mind.

I 'm first to wish it, I'm certain.

I was awake at three, out at halfpast, over Durstan heath, across Eckerthy's fields--we'll pay the old man for damage--down by the plantation, Bran and Sailor at my heels, and here I am.

Crow, cocks! bark, dogs! up, larks! I said I'd be first.

And now I 'm round to stables to stir up Uberly.