noon
Seems to me you 're jest crazy to git rid o ' me . '' `` Oh , we are , '' put in Bert . `` We 're jest lickin ' our chops to git back to sour flapjacks an ' soggy bread . Jest seems as though we could n't wait till to-morrow noon , to begin doing our own cookin ' again . '' This cleared the air a little , and they spent the rest of the evening without saying very much directly upon the departure . The two men sat up late after Flaxen had gone to bed . There was the trunk and valise which would not let them forget even for a moment what was coming on the morrow .