"You didn't expect to see me?" he said.
"No, sir," answered Grit.
"I flatter myself you had done me the honor to call upon me," said Johnson, seating himself at a little distance from our hero.
"I came to see Mr. Solomon Weaver, from whom I received a letter," explained Grit. "If this is your house I may have made a mistake in the number."
"Not at all," answered Johnson. "Mr. Weaver is a friend of mine."
"Does he live here?"
"Oh, yes," said Johnson, smiling.
"He wrote me that he wished to send me on a Western trip."
"That's all right."