betty, my love:

i can imagine that just about this time you have finished your dinner, and are enjoying your after-dinner coffee in the library with your father. i would give all that i possess, though heaven knows that is mighty little, to be with you and get you to talk to me, and let me tell you all that has happened since i left you. but instead of that i am alone in my room with your picture on the table while i write, and it is the middle of the evening with us on the farm. i have a bright wood fire on the hearth, as it's a bit chilly to-night.

to-day i have almost completed my first round of parish visits, and the experience has been a revelation to me of the mixture of pathetic narrowness, hardship, and self-denial of the people up here in the mountains. one minute i am all out of patience with their stupidity, and the next i am touched to the heart by their patience with unendurable conditions, and their generosity and kindness to each other. i hope to be able to adjust my mental equilibrium to the situation before long and to learn to understand them better; i find that a country parson must be a man of many accomplishments, and that i have to learn my profession all over again. yesterday i called on a poor shriveled old woman who, i was told, was in trouble. when i asked her what i could do for her, she brightened up and informed me that her apple trees were full of worms! so there was nothing for it but to take off my coat and vest, roll up my sleeves, and burn out the worms. i must have destroyed about a bushel, more or less. it took most of the afternoon; but she was pleased, and appeared in church this morning for the first time in six years.

i have learned a lot about the rotation of crops, helped to dig a well, and attended a barn dance. i have eaten pickles by the score at teas given in my honor, rather than offend the hostess; and have had horrible nights in consequence. every morning nickey and i take the milk down to the creamery before breakfast. i am so tanned that you would hardly recognize me; and i must confess with shame that i am never more happy than when i am able to put on my soiled working clothes and do manual labor on the farm. i suppose it is the contrast to my former life, and the fact that it takes my thoughts away from the longing for you.

the men up here seem to think i know mighty little. it's very humiliating! but since they discovered that i am neither "'ristocratic" nor "pious," they seem to be friendly enough. i often find myself wondering if much of the work in the seminary wasn't a sheer waste of time, when i am brought up against the practical, commonplace, everyday life of these people. my friend mrs. burke has a fund of common sense and worldly wisdom which is worth more than any ph.d. or s.t.d. represents, to help a man to meet the hard facts of life successfully; and she has been very nice and considerate in making suggestions to me--always wrapped up in a humor all her own. i have found it practically impossible to get into touch with the farmers of the neighborhood without becoming more or less of a farmer myself, and learning by actual experience what the life is like. one man was so openly supercilious when he found out that i did not know how to milk, that mrs. burke, who is nothing if not practical, offered to show me.

i have acquired a suit of overalls, and a wide-brimmed straw hat; and so, attiring myself in the most orthodox fashion, mrs. burke and i went to the shed yesterday where louise, the jersey cow, abides, and i took my first lesson in milking. mrs. burke carefully explained to me the modus operandi i was to pursue; and so, taking the tin pail between my knees, i seated myself on the three-legged stool by the side of louise, and timidly began operations. she seemed to know by some bovine instinct that i was a tenderfoot; and although i followed mrs. burke's instructions to the letter, no milk put in its appearance. mrs. burke was highly amused at my perplexity. finally she remarked:

"you've got to introduce yourself, and get louise's confidence before she'll give down. she thinks that you are too familiar on a short acquaintance. now talk to her a bit, and be friendly."

this was somewhat of a poser, as louise and i really have not much in common, and i was at a loss where to begin. but something had to be done, and so i made a venture and remarked:

"louise, the wind is in the south; and if it doesn't change, we shall certainly have rain within three days."

this did not seem to have the desired effect. in fact, she ignored my remark in the most contemptuous fashion. then mrs. burke suggested:

"get up, and come round where she can see you. no lady wants to be talked to by a gentleman that's out of sight."

so i got up and went around by her head, fed her some clover, patted her on the neck, rubbed her nose, and began a little mild, persuasive appeal:

"louise, i am really a man of irreproachable character. i am a son of the revolution; i held three scholarships in harvard; and i graduated second in my class at the general sem. furthermore, i'm not at all accustomed to being snubbed by ladies. can't you make up your mind to be obliging?"

louise sniffed at me inquiringly, gazing at me with large-eyed curiosity. then as if in token that she had come to a favorable conclusion, she ran out her tongue and licked my hand. when i resumed operations, the milk poured into the pail, and mrs. burke was just congratulating me on my complete success, when, by some accident the stool slipped, and i fell over backwards, and the whole contents of the pail was poured on the ground. my! but wasn't i disgusted? i thought mrs. burke would never stop laughing at me; but she was good enough not to allude to the loss of the milk!

some day when we are married, and you come up here, i will take you out and introduce you to louise, and she will fall in love with you on the spot.

my most difficult task is my senior warden--and it looks as if he would not make friends, do what i will to "qualify" according to his own expressed notions of what a country parson should be. but i rather suspect that he likes to keep the scepter in his own hands, while the clergy do his bidding. but that won't do for me.

so you see the life up here is interesting from its very novelty, though i do get horribly lonesome, sometimes. if i had not pledged myself to the bishop to stay and work the parish together into something like an organization, i am afraid i should be tempted to cut and run--back to you, sweetheart.

and there was a post script:

"i've not said half enough of how much mrs. burke's wisdom has taught and helped me. she is a shrewd observer of human motives, and i expect she has had a struggle to keep the sweetness of her nature at the top. she is, naturally, a capable, dominating character; and often i watch how she forces herself to let persuasiveness take precedence of combativeness. her acquired philosophy, as applied to herself and others, is summed up in a saying she let drop the other day, modified to suit her needs: 'more flies are caught with molasses than with vinegar--but keep some vinegar by you!' verb. sap.!"