noon
Flaxie woke as gay as a bird , without the least recollection of the horrors she had suffered in the night from tigers and tea-kettles . `` Wish you merry Christmas ! '' cried she to pale Aunt Charlotte , and sprang out of bed with poultices on her feet to go after her Christmas stocking . `` Well , is this the little girl they thought was so sick , '' said Dr. Pulsifer , when he arrived at noon , and found her and Milly lying on the rug , with a pair of twin dolls between them dressed just alike , and each with a fur cap on its head . He felt Flaxie 's pulse and looked at her tongue , and said he `` should n't waste any of his nice medicine on _ her _ . '' `` But my cold is n't good at all , now honest ; and my throat 's a little sore -- I guess , '' said Flaxie , drawing a long face , and feeling rather ashamed not to be sick now , when the doctor had been sent for on purpose ! `` Never mind !