"And how is our friend Philliam Willander to-day ?" "William Philander, if you please, Rover," was the dignified reply.

"I must insist on your getting my name correctly this term." "All right, Tubby, old boy, it shall be just as you say.

I wouldn't hurt your feelings for a big red apple." "Then, please don't call me Tubby.

You know my real name is William Philander Tubbs." "Don't you want Esquire tacked to it, too ?" "That is hardly necessary as yet.

But you may write it after my name, if you have occasion to send me any written communication," continued Tubbs, with greater dignity than ever.
"Phew! but Tubby is worse than he was before," whispered Sam to Dick.
"They must have been tuning him up at home." "Tubbs is going to try for a captaincy this term," said Powell, who had not minded Tom's interruption of his versification in the least.
"Hurrah for Captain Tubbs!" cried Tom.