The June night found Dr. Gilbert Blythe doing one thing that he had prayed never again to do: attend a medical emergency at the House of Dreams, working through the night as a child's life hung in the balance.

Owen Ford's frantic phone call to Ingleside that night interrupted the Blythe's first intimate moment in months.

Gilbert arrived at the House of Dreams to find Leslie in her nightgown on her knees in the barn, sobbing over the still form of her son Kenneth. Owen held his wife and also held Kenneth's hand, explaining that Kenneth had fallen out of the barn loft to the ground.

Leslie watched Gilbert carry Kenneth into the House of Dreams. She lost track of time. At some point, she found herself wrapped in blankets on the couch in the parlor. She looked down at the glass of liquid that Gilbert handed her.

"Drink this," Gilbert said.

Leslie drank the liquid.

Leslie saw Owen standing next to her and Gilbert, but she couldn't speak to him. Not now.

Gilbert said, "He's finally awake. Nothing broken. He's a very lucky young man. He'll need to have someone wake him up and check him each hour, though. At least until we know that he's out of danger."

Gilbert arranged for a nurse to come out to the House of Dreams. Leslie wasn't in any kind of state to sit vigil over her son and Gilbert didn't trust Owen with the responsibility.

Anne finally got home to Anne. He had been up for nearly 24 hours straight at that point.

Gilbert said to Anne, "Kenneth Ford fell out of the barn loft. From what I gather, Leslie puts Persis to bed and Own puts Ken to bed. At least that's how it's supposed to work. Apparently Owen got busy with something – his writing, I guess – and he told Ken to go clean up and go to bed. Didn't go to check on him. Ken went out to the barn instead and now here we are."

In the years of Anne's marriage to Gilbert, she lived vicariously through the Glen's tragedies and Gilbert's involvement in them. Very little shocked her anymore. Now, however, Anne gasped. Kenneth was the longed-for firstborn son that Leslie had named after her beloved little brother. And, crueler still, the bellowed little brother had passed away in another tragic fall in a barn.

Gilbert said, "He'll live, barring complications. Important thing right now is to watch for a concussion. He can't be left alone to sleep for very long. I've called for a nurse."

Gilbert continued, "Leslie is – taking this pretty hard right now. She's blaming Owen right now. Leslie's going to need you – need us – more than ever right now, Anne."

Gilbert got into their bed and fell asleep before Anne could respond.