[The letter is stuck to the barn door with something that he probably doesn't want to know, or smell. And the handwriting is that of someone who isn't used to holding a pen. But the letter itself smells strongly of apples.]
Mr Darcy,
Well your Miss Annie has me on a better schedule than I used to be, back to getting up with the chickens since she's used to getting fed rather early. And she don't make a real big mess in her stall, so clean up is a breeze. I wish all the animals were so nice.
How are you with farm work? Because it's near about harvest time, and I could use another set of hands, cause I ain't figured out these gadgets up here yet, short of changing night to day and altering the seasons, and I'd rather not foul up a whole season's worth of crops. Plus getting your hands dirty is pretty darn satisfying, if I do say so myself.
Anyway, that's all I can think of. Sorry about the handwriting, I didn't realize I hadn't done this since I got here and writing was done very differently where I come from.