"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 presence, 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." "Bella," repeated Mr.Morris; "that is a very pretty name.