Rats, rats! Beau-ti-ful Joe, Beau-ti-ful Joe," she cried, rattling off the words as fast as she could.
I never felt so queer before in my life, and the boys were just roaring with delight at my puzzled face.

Then the parrot began calling for Jim: "Where's Jim, where's good old Jim?
Poor old dog.

Give him a bone." The boys brought Jim in the parlor, and when he heard her funny, little, cracked voice calling him, he nearly went crazy: "Jimmy, Jimmy, James Augustus!" she said, which was Jim's long name.
He made a dash out of the room, and the boys screamed so that Mr.Morris came down from his study to see what the noise meant.

As soon as the parrot saw him, she would not utter another word.

The boys told him though what she had been saying, and he seemed much amused to think that the cabin boy should have remembered so many sayings his boys made use of, and taught them to the parrot.