"
Jem Blythe and Jerry Meredith left next morning. It was a dull day,
threatening rain, and the clouds lay in heavy grey rolls over the sky;
but almost everybody in the Glen and Four Winds and Harbour Head and
Upper Glen and over-harbour--except Whiskers-on-the-moon--was there to
see them off. The Blythe family and the Meredith family were all
smiling. Even Susan, as Providence did ordain, wore a smile, though the
effect was somewhat more painful than tears would have been. Faith and
Nan were very pale and very gallant. Rilla thought she would get on very
well if something in her throat didn't choke her, and if her lips didn't
take such spells of trembling. Dog Monday was there, too. Jem had tried
to say good-bye to him at Ingleside but Monday implored so eloquently
that Jem relented and let him go to the station. He kept close to Jem's
legs and watched every movement of his beloved master.
"I can't bear that dog's eyes," said Mrs. Meredith.
"The beast has more sense than most humans," said Mary Vance. "Well, did
we any of us ever think we'd live to see this day? I bawled all night to
think of Jem and Jerry going like this. I think they're plumb deranged.
Miller got a maggot in his head about going but I soon talked him out of
it--likewise his aunt said a few touching things. For once in our lives
Kitty Alec and I agree. It's a miracle that isn't likely to happen
again.
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