"Cap'n," he said, looking round to make sure that they were out of
hearing of the others, "I can't touch a lady--not seamanly! But 'f
you say the word--knock gen'l'm'n feller--middle o' next week. Say
the word, Cap'n! Good's a meal o' vittles t' me--h'ist him over
cliff!"
CHAPTER V.
CAPTAIN JANUARY'S STAR
And where was little Star, while all this was going on down on the
beach? Oh, she had been having a delightful afternoon. It was cloudy,
and Daddy was going to be busy, so she had determined to spend an
hour or so in her own room, and enjoy all the delights of "dressing
up." For the great chest that had been washed ashore from the wreck,
the day after she herself had come to the island, was full of clothes
belonging to her "poor mamma;" and as we have seen, the little woman
was fully inclined to make use of them.
Beautiful clothes they were; rich silks and velvets, with here and
there cloudy laces and strange webs of Eastern gauze. For she had
been a beautiful woman, this poor mamma, and it had been the delight
of Hugh Maynard, her proud and fond husband, to deck his lovely wife
in all rare and precious stuffs. Some of them were stained with
sea-water, and many of the softer stuffs were crumpled and matted
hopelessly, but that mattered little to Star.
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