And you know how that poor little
dog howled all night after the battle of Courcelette. Yet he did not
love Walter as much as he loved Jem. If he mourned for Walter like that,
do you suppose he would sleep sound in his kennel the night after Jem
had been killed? No, Rilla dear, little Jem is not dead, and that you
may tie to. If he were, Dog Monday would have known, just as he knew
before, and he would not be still waiting for the trains."
It was absurd--and irrational--and impossible. But Rilla believed it,
for all that; and Mrs. Blythe believed it; and the doctor, though he
smiled faintly in pretended derision, felt an odd confidence replace his
first despair; and foolish and absurd or not, they all plucked up heart
and courage to carry on, just because a faithful little dog at the Glen
station was still watching with unbroken faith for his master to come
home. Common sense might scorn--incredulity might mutter "Mere
superstition"--but in their hearts the folk of Ingleside stood by their
belief that Dog Monday knew.
CHAPTER XXX
THE TURNING OF THE TIDE
Susan was very sorrowful when she saw the beautiful old lawn of
Ingleside ploughed up that spring and planted with potatoes. Yet she
made no protest, even when her beloved peony bed was sacrificed. But
when the Government passed the Daylight Saving law Susan balked. There
was a Higher Power than the Union Government, to which Susan owed
allegiance.
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