She reached the Brewster house , almost exhausted , and dropped Jims on the walk with a sigh of thankfulness . The sky was black with clouds ; the first heavy drops were beginning to fall ; and the rumble of thunder was growing very loud . Then she made an unpleasant discovery . The blinds were all down and the doors locked . Evidently the Brewsters were not at home . Rilla ran to the little barn . It , too , was locked . No other refuge presented itself . The bare whitewashed little house had not even a veranda or porch . It was almost dark now and her plight seemed desperate . `` I 'm going to get in if I have to break a window , '' said Rilla resolutely . `` Hannah would want me to do that . She 'd never get over it if she heard I came to her house for refuge in a thunderstorm and could n't get in . '' Luckily she did not have to go to the length of actual housebreaking . The kitchen window went up quite easily . Rilla lifted Jims in and scrambled through herself , just as the storm broke in good earnest . `` Oh , see all the little pieces of thunder , '' cried Jims in delight , as the hail danced in after them . Rilla shut the window and with some difficulty found and lighted a lamp . They were in a very snug little kitchen . Opening off it on one side was a trim , nicely furnished parlour , and on the other a pantry , which proved to be well stocked .
`` I 'm going to make myself XXXXX home , '' said Rilla .
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