She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
No encontró nada, pero oyó un gritito entrecortado, algo que caía y un estrépito de cristales rotos, lo que le hizo suponer que el Conejo se había caído sobre un invernadero o algo por el estilo.