So I suppose she means to take me at my word and I don't care, for I do not want to be friends with a girl who could repeat such a falsehood about Walter.

But I feel unhappy over it for all that.
We've always been such good chums and until lately Irene was lovely to me; and now another illusion has been stripped from my eyes and I feel as if there wasn't such a thing as real true friendship in the world.
"Father got old Joe Mead to build a kennel for Dog Monday in the corner of the shipping-shed today.

We thought perhaps Monday would come home when the cold weather came but he wouldn't.

No earthly influence can coax Monday away from that shed even for a few minutes.

There he stays and meets every train.