Then , repenting , as she saw a hurt look in Rilla 's eye , she added hastily , `` But I believe Walter will be a great poet , too -- some day -- and you will have more of his confidence as you grow older . '' `` When Walter was in the hospital with typhoid last year I was almost crazy , '' sighed Rilla , a little importantly . `` They never told me how ill he really was until it was all over -- father would n't let them . I 'm glad I did n't know -- I could n't have borne it . I cried myself to sleep every night as it was . But sometimes , '' concluded Rilla bitterly -- she liked to speak bitterly now and then in imitation of Miss Oliver -- `` sometimes I think Walter cares more for Dog Monday than he does for me . '' Dog Monday was the Ingleside dog , so called because he had come into the family on a Monday when Walter had been reading Robinson Crusoe . He really belonged to Jem but was much attached to Walter also . He was lying beside Walter now with nose snuggled against his arm , thumping his tail rapturously whenever Walter gave him an absent pat . Monday was not a collie or a setter or a hound or a Newfoundland . He was just , as Jem said , `` plain dog '' -- very plain dog , uncharitable people added . Certainly , Monday 's looks were not his strong point . Black spots were scattered at random over his yellow carcass , one of them , apparently , blotting out an eye . His ears were in tatters , for Monday was never successful in affairs of honour . But he possessed one talisman . He knew that not all dogs could be handsome or eloquent or victorious , but that every dog could love . Inside his homely hide beat the most affectionate , loyal , faithful heart of any dog since dogs were ; and something looked out of his brown eyes that was nearer akin to a soul than any theologian would allow . Everybody at Ingleside was fond of him , even Susan , although his one unfortunate propensity of sneaking into the spare room and going to sleep on the bed tried her affection sorely . On this particular afternoon Rilla had no quarrel on hand with existing conditions . `` Has n't June been a delightful month ? ''
she asked , looking dreamily afar at the little quiet silvery clouds hanging so peacefully XXXXX Rainbow Valley .
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