But now she knew as she hurried wildly down the slope that Anne was dearer to her than anything else on earth.
"Mr.Barry, what has happened to her ?" she gasped, more white and shaken than the self-contained, sensible Marilla had been for many years.
Anne herself answered, lifting her head.
"Don't be very frightened, Marilla.

I was walking the ridgepole and I fell off.

I expect I have sprained my ankle.

But, Marilla, I might have broken my neck.

Let us look on the bright side of things." "I might have known you'd go and do something of the sort when I let you go to that party," said Marilla, sharp and shrewish in her very relief.
"Bring her in here, Mr.Barry, and lay her on the sofa.