'Liza Ann with a new name, _Lub--lub_--what d'ye call her ?' Peterkin said, and Arthur replied: '_Le Bateau_.' 'Yes, yes--_Lubber-toe_; that'll suit May Jane tip-top.

Beats all what high notions she's got! Why, I don't s'pose she any more remembers that she used to wash Miss Atherton's stun steps than you remember somethin' that never happened.

Do you ?' Arthur thought very likely that she did not, and Peterkin went on: 'You say it means a boat in French; _canal_, do you s'pose ?' Arthur did not think it mattered what boat, and Peterkin continued: '_Lubber-toe_! Sounds droll, but I like it, I'll see an engraver to-day but how do you spell the plaguy thing!' Arthur wrote it on a slip of paper, which he handed Peterkin, who began slowly: _L-e le, b-a-t-bat; le-bat_.

Why, what in thunder! That ain't _Lubbertoe_.

'Tain't nothin'!' With an amused smile Arthur explained that the pronunciation of French words had very little to do with the way they were spelled; then, very carefully pronouncing the name several times, and making Peterkin repeat it after him, he said good-bye, and walked away, thinking to himself: 'There are bigger lunatics outside the asylum than I am, but it is not possible the fool will adopt that name.' But the fool did.