wildly first at one boy and then another. "I don't want you to make up
any songs about me."

"Songbird won't charge you anything," put in Fred Garrison, another of
the students. "He's 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