As I want you to remember it, take my pocket-book and mark off with the
pencil a picture of the star and its four neighbours, putting a cross
under the one that has just risen.
There it is,--the under one of this cluster I have sketched. I shall
know him again.
Now, then, you must go below, and resume your observations to-morrow. I
took the exact time--seven p.m.--when you saw the star rise. You must
look for it at seven to-morrow evening.”
At four minutes before seven the next night, up rose the pretty object,
and stole a glance at the boy across the ocean.
“Father, father! it’s up, it’s up!” sang out the happy lad.