"Why, my father's second cousin had a hay-fork run into him, right into his inside, and he was right as ever in a few weeks, all except his being a bit weak in the head afterwards, and they did say that it was along of his getting a touch of the sun in the hay-field, and not the fork at all.

I remember him well.

A kind-'earted chap, but soft, as you might say." Bobbie tried to let herself be cheered by this heartening reminiscence.
"Well," said Perks, "you won't want to be bothered with gardening just this minute, I dare say.

You show me where your garden is, and I'll pop the bits of stuff in for you.

And I'll hang about, if I may make so free, to see the Doctor as he comes out and hear what he says.