remembered so many sayings his boys made use of, and taught
them to the parrot. "Clever Polly," he said, kindly; "good Polly."

The cabin boy looked at him shyly, and Jack, who was a very sharp
boy, said quickly, "Is not that what you call her, Henry?"

"No," said the boy; "I call her Bell, short for Bellzebub."

"I beg your pardon," said Jack, very politely.

"Bell short for Bellzebub," repeated the boy. "Ye see, I thought
ye'd like a name from the Bible, bein' a minister's sons. I hadn't my
Bible with me on this cruise, savin' yer presences an' I couldn't
think of any girls' names out of it: but Eve or Queen of Sheba, an'
they didn't seem very fit, so I asked one of me mates, an' he says,
for his part he guessed Bellzebub was as pretty a girl's name as
any, so I guv her that. 'Twould 'a been better to let you name her,
but ye see 'twouldn't 'a been handy not to call her somethin', where
I was teachin' her every day."

Jack turned away and walked to the window, his face a deep
scarlet. I heard him mutter, "Beelzebub, prince of devils," so I
suppose the cabin boy had given his bird a bad name.

Mr. Morris looked kindly at the cabin boy "Do you ever call the
parrot by her whole name?"

"No, sir," he replied; "I always give her Bell but she calls herself
Bella."