But Jims , except for a few bruises , and a big fright , was quite uninjured . He was so badly scared that he did n't even cry , but Rilla , when she found that he was safe and sound , burst into tears and sobbed wildly . `` Nasty old twain , '' remarked Jims in disgust . `` And nasty old God , '' he added , with a scowl at the heavens . A laugh broke into Rilla 's sobbing , producing something very like what her father would have called hysterics . But she caught herself up before the hysteria could conquer her . `` Rilla Blythe , I 'm ashamed of you . Pull yourself together immediately . Jims , you should n't have said anything like that . '' `` God frew me off the twain , '' declared Jims defiantly . `` Somebody frew me ; you did n't frow me ; so it was God . '' `` No , it was n't . You fell because you let go of my hand and bent too far forward . I told you not to do that . So that it was your own fault . '' Jims looked to see if she meant it ; then glanced up at the sky again . `` Excuse me , then , God , '' he remarked airily . Rilla scanned the sky also ; she did not like its appearance ; a heavy thundercloud was appearing in the northwest . What in the world was to be done ? There was no other train that night , since the nine o'clock special ran only on Saturdays .
Would it be possible for them to reach Hannah Brewster 's house , two miles away , before the storm XXXXX ?
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