midnight
`` Madame Giche 's compliments to Dr. Willett , and they would take good care of her till to-morrow . '' Then Phil appeared with a cup of steaming coffee , which Long made him drink before he left ; then he set forth homeward . Willett 's Farm was more dreary that evening than ever before , with little cheery Inna away , if she had only known it . But she was sweetly sleeping all the evening , in a bed hastily wheeled in to keep company with Long 's ; and when , at midnight , she awoke to find herself there , Long bending over her , the fire-light rosy on the hearth , a shaded lamp somewhere behind her , you may be sure she felt like a story-book heroine , not herself . Still she was herself , and when she had taken some soup , been told that Oscar had gone home , and she was at the Owl 's Nest , she fell asleep , and woke the next morning to breakfast in bed . After this she dressed herself , and went down to form the acquaintance of Madame Giche and her grand-nieces . `` And so you 're none the worse for your wetting , my dear ? ''