One star inside the old house, and the other
atop of it: that's what makes Light Island the lightest spot in the
natural world. Sit ye here, Star Bright, and play Princess till Daddy
comes back!"
CHAPTER II.
THE STORY
The lamps were lighted, and the long, level rays flashed their golden
warning over the murmuring darkness of the summer sea, giving cheer
to many hearts on inbound barque or schooner. Bright indeed was the
star on the top of the old lighthouse; but no less radiant was the
face of little Star, as she turned it eagerly towards Captain January,
and waited for the beginning of the well-known and well-loved story.
"Wal," said the Captain, when his pipe was refilled and drawing
bravely. "Let me see now! where shall I begin?"
"At the beginning!" said Star promptly.
"Jes' so!" assented the old man. "Ten years ago this--"
"No! No!!" cried the child. "_That_ isn't the beginning, Daddy! That's
almost half-way to the middle. 'When I was a young lad.' That's the
beginning."
"Bound to have it all, are ye, Honeysuckle?" said the obedient
Captain. "Wal! Wal! when I were a young lad, I was a wild un, ye see,
Treasure. My father, he 'prenticed me to a blacksmith, being big and
strong for my years; but I hadn't no heart for the work.
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