People don't do that out west, do they, Uncle Cassius?
Not even in a little place like Delphi.

I wonder if any one will remember you." Perhaps the Dean was wondering the same thing as they drove up through the old hill road towards Gilead.

One by one he recognized the old familiar landmarks and farms as they passed them, but Miss Daphne was far too engrossed in watching the Dean's own face to care for familiar spots on the landscape.
It was not until they got up near the Peckham mill that they met any of the old neighbors, but here Mr.Peckham himself came leisurely down from the mill path to the bridge and hailed Kit.
"Howdy, Kit.

Home for Christmas ?" he called cheerily, then taking a good look at the other occupants of the old station surrey, "Well, Cass Peabody, who in creation ever thought of seeing you around these parts again." The Dean leaned forward, peering over the tops of his glasses with almost the smile of a boy.
"It's Dan Peckham, isn't it ?" he said.

"Yours is the first voice to welcome me home, Dan." Mr.Peckham insisted on their waiting a moment while he hurried up to the house to call Elvira.