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     Within minutes, about thirty feet of gleaming black metal drew up outside the surgery. The chauffeur opened the door and I could just make out the figure of Mrs Pumphrey almost lost in the interior. Her hands were tightly clasped in front of her; her lips trembled. “Oh, Mr Herriot, do tell me the truth. Is he really better?”
     “Yes, he’s fine. There’s no need for you to get out of the car — I’ll go and fetch him.”
     I walked through the house into the garden. A mass of dogs was hurtling round and round the lawn and in their midst, ears flapping, tail waving, was the little golden figure of Tricki. In two weeks he had been transformed into a lithe, hard-muscled animal; he was keeping up well with the pack, stretching out in great bounds, his chest almost brushing the ground.
A large black car drove into the narrator's hospital just minutes after the narrator phoned Mrs. Pumphrey's house. It was Mrs. Pumphrey's car. Her prompt appearance showed how much she yearned to see Tricki, her adored pet. The chauffeur opened the door as the car arrived at the hospital. The narrator could see Mrs. Pumphrey seated inside the car, her fingers crossed and her lips trembling, indicating her tense mood. After all, the narrator knew Mrs. Pumphrey didn't expect to see her dog or in a bad circumstance again. She then asked the narrator, with some nervousness in her voice, if Tricki was really better, to which the narrator replied affirmatively. After assuring her about Tricki's wellness, he walked inside to take Tricki out. The narrator did not want Mrs. Pumphrey to leave her car and walk into surgery because Tricki is no longer sick and is fit to be returned to her.
When the narrator went to the garden behind the hospital, he noticed all the dogs running around and Tricki running in the middle of them. In just two weeks, he had totally healed. Tricki appeared to be in better health, as he was playing with the other dogs and his chest was touching the ground, indicating that he had lost weight. As a result of his hyper activities and limited food, Tricki had lost a lot of weight and had become more elastic, becoming more slim from his bloated state within two weeks, unlike at Mrs. Pumphrey's house. Tricki had finally matured into a strong muscular dog.
Meaning of difficult words:
S. No.
Gleaming Bright and Shiny
Chauffeur A person who drives a car for someone
Interior Inner side
ClaspTo hold someone/something tightly
Hurtling To move with a great speed
FlapTo move from side to side
Tremble To shake without having a control of it especially out of pain, cold or nervousness
BrushTo touch somebody/something
LitheThin and graceful
National Council of Educational Research and Training (2008). Honeydew. A Triumph of Surgery - James Herriot (pp 1-6). Published at the Publication Division by the Secretary, National Council of Educational Research and Training, Sri Aurobindo Marg, New Delhi.