"Did you say you were working for a magazine? So are we—The Homestead. I was about to ask you to become a subscriber."
"And the benevolent?" I asked.
"Oh, these are given away to subscribers."
I explained that I wasn't a commercial traveller, but one of those who wrote sometimes in magazines.
"You'd be a sort of reporter?"
"Well, not quite."
"A poet?"
"No. I earn my living by writing."
"Better than a poet, I suppose. Well, good-day, wish you luck!"
So I won free of my last big town in mighty Pennsylvania, and set out for the State of Ohio.