"Kin' o' curus name, ain't it?
The hull of it's Zerubbabel Chirk; but most folks ain't got time to say all that.

It trips you up, too, sort o'.

Bubble's what they call me; 'nless it's Bub." The contrast between the boy's earnest and rather pathetic face, and his absurdly volatile name, was almost too much for Hilda's gravity.

But she checked the laugh which rose to her lips, and asked: "Don't you go to school at all, Bubble?
It is a pity that you shouldn't, when you are so fond of study." "Gin'lly go for a spell in the winter," replied Bubble.

"They ain't no school in summer, y' know.