The fact is, I should like to look you up, and talk with you about many things.

I myself cultivate a number of curious fields, and raise many kinds of crops-- At this interesting point my inspiration suddenly collapsed, for I had a vision, at once amusing and disconcerting, of my hill farmer (and his practical wife!) receiving such a letter (along with the country paper, a circular advertising a cure for catarrh, and the most recent catalogue of the largest mail-order house in creation).

I could see them standing there in their doorway, the man with his coat off, doubtfully scratching his head as he read my letter, the woman wiping her hands on her apron and looking over his shoulder, and a youngster squeezing between the two and demanding, "What is it, Paw ?" I found myself wondering how they would receive such an unusual letter, what they would take it to mean.

And in spite of all I could do, I could imagine no expression on their faces save one of incredulity and suspicion.

I could fairly see the shrewd worldly wise look come into the farmer's face; I could hear him say: "Ha, guess he thinks we ain't cut our eye-teeth!" And he would instantly begin speculating as to whether this was a new scheme for selling him second-rate nursery stock, or the smooth introduction of another sewing-machine agent.
Strange world, strange world! Sometimes it seems to me that the hardest thing of all to believe in is simple friendship.