a true poet, and writes for nothing. You ought to feel highly honored."
"Make a speech of thanks, that's a good fellow," put in George Granbury, another student.
"It's an outrage!" shouted Tubbs, his face growing redder each instant. "I won't stand it."
"All right, we won't charge you for sitting on it," came from the back of the crowd.
"My right name is"
"Barrel, but they call me Tubbs for short," finished another student. "Hurrah, Tubby is discovered at last."
"Don't blush, Washtub! you don't look half as pretty as when you're pale."
"If you feel warm, Buttertub, go out and sit on the thin ice. It will soon cool you off," came from Fred Garrison.
"I'll cool you off, Garry!" burst out the rich youth, and made a wild dash at his tormentor. But somebody put out a foot and the tormented boy stumbled headlong, at which the crowd set up another shout, and then sang louder than ever,
"Rub-a-dub-dub!
One man in a tub!"
"I say, who tripped me up!" gasped Tubbs, as soon as he could scramble up. "Tell me who did it, and I'll soon settle with him."
"Who rolled over the buttertub?" asked Tom
