Had I better run up to the house ? '' asked Ben , overjoyed to hear her speak , but much dismayed by her seeming helplessness , for he had seen bad falls , and had them , too . `` I feel bruised all over , and my arm is broken , I 'm afraid . Lita tried not to hurt me . She slipped , and we went down . I came here into the shade , and the pain made me faint , I suppose . Call somebody , and get me home . '' Then she shut her eyes , and looked so white that Ben hurried away , and burst upon old Mrs. Paine , placidly knitting at the end door , so suddenly that , as she afterward said , `` It sca ' t her like a clap o ' thunder . '' `` Ai n't a man nowheres around . All down in the big medder gettin ' in hay , '' was her reply to Ben 's breathless demand for `` everybody to come and see to Miss Celia . '' He turned to mount , for he had flung himself off before Lita stopped , but the old lady caught his jacket , and asked half a dozen questions in a breath . `` Who 's your folks ? What 's broke ? How 'd she fall ? Where is she ? Why did n't she come right here ? Is it a sunstroke ? '' As fast as words could tumble out of his mouth , Ben answered , and then tried to free himself ; but the old lady held on , while she gave her directions , expressed her sympathy , and offered her hospitality with incoherent warmth . `` Sakes alive ! poor dear !
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