At a charity hospital they tried to mend my breaks and tinker up my anatomy.

My shoulder-blade was shattered, my arm broken in three places, and four ribs were crashed in.

The wounds in my head are mere abrasions of the scalp, and not serious.

But it has taken me a long time to mend, and the crowded, stuffy hospital got on my nerves and worried me.

Being penniless and friendless, I wrote to Thomas and asked him if he could find a way to get me to the old farm, for I never imagined you would yourself take possession of the deserted place you had bought.
"Thomas and Nora have cared for me since I was born, you know, and the old man was greatly distressed by the knowledge of my sad condition.