But he held me fast, and laughed with all his might, I looked at the other boys and they were laughing, too.

Presently, I heard again, "Beautiful Joe, Beautiful Joe." The sound was close by, and yet it did not come from the cabin boy, for he was all doubled up laughing, his face as red as a beet.
"It's the parrot, Joe!" cried Ned.

"Look at her, you gaby." I did look at her, and with her head on one side, and the sauciest air in the world, she was saying: "Beau-ti-ful Joe, Beau-ti-ful Joe!" I had never heard a bird talk before, and I felt so sheepish that I tried to get down and hide myself under the table.

Then she began to laugh at me.

"Ha, ha, ha, good dog--sic 'em, boy.