At first I did not think of anything I could do--save to go up and eat dinner with one of the hill farmers, which might not be an unmixed blessing!--and then it came to me.
"I will write a letter!" Straightway and with the liveliest amusement I began to formulate in my mind what I should say: Dear Friend: You do not know me.

I am a passerby in the road.

My name is David Grayson.

You do not know me, and it may seem odd to you to receive a letter from an entire stranger.

But I am something of a farmer myself, and as I went by I could not help thinking of you and your family and your farm.