midnight
Whose dirge was he howling -- to whose spirit was he sending that anguished greeting and farewell ? Rilla went back to bed but she could not sleep . All day she watched and waited in a dread of which she did not speak to anyone . She went down to see Dog Monday and the station-master said , `` That dog of yours howled from midnight to sunrise something weird . I du n no what got into him . I got up once and went out and hollered at him but he paid no ` tention to me . He was sitting all alone in the moonlight out there at the end of the platform , and every few minutes the poor lonely little beggar 'd lift his nose and howl as if his heart was breaking .