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Portrait of Laura E. Richards Laura E. Richards Captain January — The Signal

To the child Star, winter was always a season of great delight; for Captain January had little to occupy him out-of-doors, and could devote much of his time to her. So there were long, delightful "jack-knife times," as Star called them, when the Captain sat fashioning all sorts of wonderful trifles with his magic knife, the child sitting at his elbow and watching him with happy eyes. There were "story times," instituted years before, as soon as Star had learned to sew on patchwork; for as for sewing _without_ a story to listen to, "_that_," said Star, "is against my nature, Daddy.
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Portrait of Laura E. Richards Laura E. Richards Captain January — The Signal

Down comes the signal, and the old man creeps back to his chair again, and composes himself decently, with reverent, folded hands, and head bowed in waiting. "'He holdeth the waters in the hollow of His hand. Behold, He taketh up the isles as a very little thing.' Amen! so be it!"
Wave, little Star! wave your little blue apron from the rocks, and laugh and clap your hands for pleasure, as the ripples from the steamer's bow break in snowy foam at your feet. Bend to your oar, Bob Peet, and send your little black boat flying over the water as she never flew before!
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Portrait of Laura E. Richards Laura E. Richards Captain January — The Signal

Steady, now, January! keep your voice steady, if there is any will left in you. Keep your head turned a little away, lest there be any change in your face, yet not turned enough to make her wonder. "Star Bright," said Captain January, "it's about--time--for the _Huntress_--to be along, isn't it?"
"Yes, Daddy," said the child; "she's just in sight now. Shall I go down and wave to Bob as he goes by?"
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