"I don't like it at all." "Then what shall we call you ?" asked Sam innocently.

"Tubblets ?" "No, I don't want you to call me Tubblets either.

My name is Tubbs--William Philander Tubbs." "Gosh! Am I to say all that whenever I want to address you ?" demanded Sam, with a pretended gasp for breath.
"I don't see why you shouldn't.

It's my name." "But Tubby--I mean Tubblets--no, Willander Philliam Tubbs--the name is altogether too long.

Why, supposin' you were standing on a railroad track looking east, and an express train was coming from the west at the rate of seventy-five miles an hour, and it got to within a hundred yards of you when I discovered your truly horrible peril, and I should start to warn you of the aforesaid truly horrible peril, take my word for it, before I could utter such an elongated personal handle as that, you'd be struck and distributed along that track for a distance of a mile and a quarter.