As the train pulled out Jims leaned eagerly forward for a last look at Chippy , pulling his hand from Rilla 's . Rilla was so engrossed in wondering what was to become of Jims in the future that she forgot to take notice of what was happening to him in the present . What did happen was that Jims lost his balance , shot headlong down the steps , hurtled across the little siding platform , and landed in a clump of bracken fern on the other side . Rilla shrieked and lost her head . She sprang down the steps and jumped off the train . Fortunately , the train was still going at a comparatively slow speed ; fortunately also , Rilla retained enough sense to jump the way it was going ; nevertheless , she fell and sprawled helplessly down the embankment , landing in a ditch full of a rank growth of golden-rod and fireweed . Nobody had seen what had happened and the train whisked briskly away round a curve in the barrens . Rilla picked herself up , dizzy but unhurt , scrambled out of the ditch , and flew wildly across the platform , expecting to find Jims dead or broken in pieces . 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 .
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