"Is this where Senator Wright lived when he was a boy?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," the old lady answered.
"I am from Canton."
She rose from her chair.
"You from Canton!" she exclaimed. "Why, of all things! That's where my boy's home is. I'm glad to see you. Go an' put your horse in the barn."
I dismounted and she came near me.
"Silas Wright is my boy," she said. "What is your name?"
"Barton Baynes," I answered as I hitched my horse.
"Barton Baynes! Why, Silas has told me all about you in his letters. He writes to me every week. Come and sit down."
We sat down together on the porch.