Dog Monday old ? Never believe it . Dog Monday was a young pup , gone clean mad with rejuvenating joy . He flung himself against the tall soldier , with a bark that choked in his throat from sheer rapture . He flung himself on the ground and writhed in a frenzy of welcome . He tried to climb the soldier 's khaki legs and slipped down and groveled in an ecstasy that seemed as if it must tear his little body in pieces . He licked his boots and when the lieutenant had , with laughter on his lips and tears in his eyes , succeeded in gathering the little creature up in his arms Dog Monday laid his head on the khaki shoulder and licked the sunburned neck , making queer sounds between barks and sobs . The station agent had heard the story of Dog Monday . He knew now who the returned soldier was . Dog Monday 's long vigil was ended . Jem Blythe had come home . `` We are all very happy -- and sad -- and thankful , '' wrote Rilla in her diary a week later , `` though Susan has not yet recovered -- never will recover , I believe -- from the shock of having Jem come home the very night she had , owing to a strenuous day , prepared a ` pick up ' supper . I shall never forget the sight of her , tearing madly about from pantry to cellar , hunting out stored away goodies . Just as if anybody cared what was on the table -- none of us could eat , anyway . It was meat and drink just to look at Jem . Mother seemed afraid to take her eyes off him lest he vanish out of her sight . It is wonderful to have Jem back -- and little Dog Monday . Monday refuses to be separated from Jem for a moment . He sleeps on the foot of his bed and squats beside him at meal-times . And on Sunday he went to church with him and insisted on going right into our pew , where he went to sleep on Jem 's feet .
In the middle of the sermon he woke up and seemed to think he must welcome Jem all over again , for he bounded up with a series XXXXX barks and would n't quiet down until Jem took him up in his arms .
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