He found Dog Monday curled up in one of the shipping-sheds near the station and tried to coax him home . Dog Monday would not move . He wagged his tail to show he had no hard feelings but no blandishments availed to budge him . `` Guess Monday has made up his mind to wait there till Jem comes back , '' said Shirley , trying to laugh as he rejoined the rest . This was exactly what Dog Monday had done . His dear master had gone -- he , Monday , had been deliberately and of malice aforethought prevented from going with him by a demon disguised in the garb of a Methodist minister . Wherefore , he , Monday , would wait there until the smoking , snorting monster , which had carried his hero off , carried him back . Ay , wait there , little faithful dog with the soft , wistful , puzzled eyes . But it will be many a long bitter day before your boyish comrade comes back to you . The doctor was away on a case that night and Susan stalked into Mrs. Blythe 's room on her way to bed to see if her adored Mrs. Dr. dear were `` comfortable and composed . '' She paused solemnly at the foot of the bed and solemnly declared , `` Mrs. Dr. dear , I have made up my mind to be a heroine . '' `` Mrs. Dr. dear '' found herself violently inclined to laugh -- which was manifestly unfair , since she had not laughed when Rilla had announced a similar heroic determination . To be sure , Rilla was a slim , white-robed thing , with a flower-like face and starry young eyes aglow with feeling ; whereas Susan was arrayed in a grey flannel nightgown of strait simplicity , and had a strip of red woollen worsted tied around her grey hair as a charm against neuralgia . But that should not make any vital difference . Was it not the spirit that counted ? Yet Mrs. Blythe was hard put to it not to laugh . `` I am not , '' proceeded Susan firmly , `` going to lament or whine or question the wisdom of the Almighty any more as I have been doing lately . Whining and shirking and blaming Providence do not get us anywhere . We have just got to grapple with whatever we have to do whether it is weeding the onion patch , or running the Government . I shall grapple .
Those blessed boys have XXXXX to war ; and we women , Mrs. Dr. dear , must tarry by the stuff and keep a stiff upper lip . ''
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