On the morning of September 13, 1900, a tall stranger came knocking at the door of William Tate's house in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. When Tate appeared, the stranger took off his cap and introduced himself as Wilbur Wright of Dayton, Ohio, "to whom you wrote concerning this section." Staying at Tate's home until Orville arrived two weeks later, Wilbur found Tate to be as friendly and hospitable as his earlier letter indicated. Mrs. Tate, aghast that Wilbur had eaten nothing but a jar of jelly in the last 48 hours of traveling, immediately prepared him a hearty breakfast of ham and eggs. Her only worry was that their spare room might not be good enough for the well-dressed young man, but Wilbur assured her it was fine. His only request was that she boil a gallon of water each morning and place it in a pitcher in his room. Orville's near-fatal attack of typhoid fever four years before was still on his mind.