“Really, sir,” said the professor severely, “if you feel as bad as that you may leave the room at once.”
“Woo! woo! Thank you, sir!” said Billy, and he hustled out to have further convulsions in the anteroom.
Billy was waiting for the others when they filed out of the class-room. He took great delight in repeating any story that he heard. On this occasion he seized on Chip Jolliby as a fit subject to try the story on first.
“Hi say, hold fellow,” he said, locking arms with the lank chap. “What is the longest word hin the Henglish language?”
“Ru-ru-ru-rubber,” said Chip promptly.
“Hi ham hin hearnest,” declared Bradley. “What his the longest word?”
“Ru-ru-ru-rubber,” stuttered Chip, once more. “That’s the longest word.”
“’Ow do you make that hout?”
“Why, if it ain’t lul-lul-long enough you can sus-sus-stretch it,” said Jolliby, with a grin, but this did not satisfy Bradley.
“You can’t stretch hit long henough,” he said. “Hi know a word with a mile between the first hand last letters.”