May I express in this page my modest thanks for the many very kind messages sent by unknown friends among the Holland trippers? Their kindly feeling is more valuable to me than they can know.
Another reader writes bidding me good-bye, as she is going soon to New Zealand. But I would remind her that she can read The Scottish Farmer as easily in N.Z. as here, if she has it sent out to her. And, if she is in the Merino Downs and asks for “Gretchen’s” brother, she will find a farmer who will give her a warm welcome at the sound of my name.
The heart of this woman goes out to me, because I know so well about little farmer boys — having boys of her own — and the household ways of men. She has my best wishes for her prosperity across the sea.