Then the stage broke down and I began to think I was stranded at Bayport.
But this kind-hearted chap from Wellmouth--I believe that's where he lived--happened to pull up to watch us wrestling with the smashed wheel, and when he found I was in a hurry to get to Trumet, offered to give me a lift.

His name was--was Bird.

No, that wasn't it, but it was something like Bird, or some kind of a bird." "Bird ?" repeated Keziah thoughtfully.

"There's no Birds that I know of in Wellmouth.

Hum! Hey?
'Twa'n't Sparrow, was it ?" "That was it--Sparrow." "Good land! Emulous Sparrow.