In fact, she now appeared desirous of evading the subject, and there was about her an air of suppressed excitement.

Her optimism was the best sort of bracer for the captain's failing courage.

Her advice was always good, and a talk with her left him with shoulders squared, mentally, and almost happy.
One cold, rainy afternoon, early in February, she came in with Bos'n, who had availed herself of the shelter of the teacher's umbrella.
Georgianna was in the kitchen baking, and Emily had been promised a "saucer pie"-- so the child went out to superintend the construction of that treat.
"Set down, teacher," said Captain Cy, pushing forward a rocker.

"My! but I'm glad to see you.

'Twas bluer'n a whetstone 'round here to-day.
What's the news--anything ?" "Why, no," replied Phoebe, accepting the rocker and throwing open her wet jacket; "there's no news in particular.