"I must try and set it right.
Yet I don't know how to set about it either.

I was going down to the village from the Vicarage just after dusk when I found a fellow in a trap who had got himself into broken water.

One wheel had sunk into the edge of the ditch which had been hidden by the snow, and the whole thing was high and dry, with a list to starboard enough to slide him out of his seat.

I lent a hand, of course, and soon had the wheel in the road again.

It was quite dark, and I fancy that the fellow thought that I was a bumpkin, for we did not exchange five words.