`` I 'm afraid it wo n't bear my weight , '' she said as she gingerly stepped on the roof . `` Lean on the window sill , '' advised Diana , and Anne accordingly leaned . Much to her delight , she saw , as she peered through the pane , a willow-ware platter , exactly such as she was in quest of , on the shelf in front of the window . So much she saw before the catastrophe came . In her joy Anne forgot the precarious nature of her footing , incautiously ceased to lean on the window sill , gave an impulsive little hop of pleasure ... and the next moment she had crashed through the roof up to her armpits , and there she hung , quite unable to extricate herself . Diana dashed into the duck house and , seizing her unfortunate friend by the waist , tried to draw her down . `` Ow ... do n't , '' shrieked poor Anne . `` There are some long splinters sticking into me . See if you can put something under my feet ... then perhaps I can draw myself up . '' Diana hastily dragged in the previously mentioned keg and Anne found that it was just sufficiently high to furnish a secure resting place for her feet . But she could not release herself . `` Could I pull you out if I crawled up ? '' suggested Diana . Anne shook her head hopelessly . `` No ... the splinters hurt too badly . If you can find an axe you might chop me out , though . Oh dear , I do really begin to believe that I was born under an ill-omened star . '' Diana searched faithfully but no axe was to be found . `` I 'll have to go for help , '' she said , returning to the prisoner . `` No , indeed , you wo n't , '' said Anne vehemently .
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