Miller was brisk and beaming in spite of his wooden leg ; he had developed into a broad-shouldered , imposing looking fellow and the D. C. Medal he wore reconciled Miss Cornelia to the shortcomings of his pedigree to such a degree that she tacitly recognized his engagement to Mary . The latter put on a few airs -- especially when Carter Flagg took Miller into his store as head clerk -- but nobody grudged them to her . `` Of course farming 's out of the question for us now , '' she told Rilla , `` but Miller thinks he 'll like storekeeping fine once he gets used to a quiet life again , and Carter Flagg will be a more agreeable boss than old Kitty . We 're going to be married in the fall and live in the old Mead house with the bay windows and the mansard roof . I 've always thought that the handsomest house in the Glen , but never did I dream I 'd ever live there . We 're only renting it , of course , but if things go as we expect and Carter Flagg takes Miller into partnership we 'll own it some day . Say , I 've got on some in society , have n't I , considering what I come from ? I never aspired to being a storekeeper 's wife . But Miller 's real ambitious and he 'll have a wife that 'll back him up . He says he never saw a French girl worth looking at twice and that his heart beat true to me every moment he was away . '' Jerry Meredith and Joe Milgrave came back in January , and all winter the boys from the Glen and its environs came home by twos and threes . None of them came back just as they went away , not even those who had been so fortunate as to escape injury . One spring day , when the daffodils were blowing on the Ingleside lawn , and the banks of the brook in Rainbow Valley were sweet with white and purple violets , the little , lazy afternoon accommodation train pulled into the Glen station . It was very seldom that passengers for the Glen came by that train , so nobody was there to meet it except the new station agent and a small black-and-yellow dog , who for four and a half years had met every train that had steamed into Glen St. Mary . Thousands of trains had Dog Monday met and never had the boy he waited and watched for returned . Yet still Dog Monday watched on with eyes that never quite lost hope . Perhaps his dog-heart failed him at times ; he was growing old and rheumatic ; when he walked back to his kennel after each train had gone his gait was very sober now -- he never trotted but went slowly with a drooping head and a depressed tail that had quite lost its old saucy uplift . One passenger stepped off the train -- a tall fellow in a faded lieutenant 's uniform , who walked with a barely perceptible limp . He had a bronzed face and there were some grey hairs in the ruddy curls that clustered around his forehead . The new station agent looked at him anxiously .
He was used to seeing the khaki-clad figures come off the train , some met by a tumultuous crowd , others , who had sent no word XXXXX their coming , stepping off quietly like this one .
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