Rilla especially hated him because of his detestable trick of lying flat on his back and entreating you with waving paws to tickle his sleek stomach.

When she saw that Miranda's pale eyes bore unmistakable testimony of her having cried all night, Rilla asked her to come up to her room, knowing Miranda had a tale of woe to tell, but she ordered Sir Wilfrid to remain below.
"Oh, can't he come, too ?" said Miranda wistfully.

"Poor Wilfy won't be any bother--and I wiped his paws so carefully before I brought him in.
He is always so lonesome in a strange place without me--and very soon he'll be--all--I'll have left--to remind me--of Joe." Rilla yielded, and Sir Wilfrid, with his tail curled at a saucy angle over his brindled back, trotted triumphantly up the stairs before them.
"Oh, Rilla," sobbed Miranda, when they had reached sanctuary.

"I'm so unhappy.

I can't begin to tell you how unhappy I am.