"But it isn't really," whimpered poor Fluff. "You fellows know that everybody talks of Eton and Harrow. Who ever heard of Harrow and Eton? People say—I've heard my eldest brother, Strathpeffer, say it again and again—'Eton and Harrow,' just as they say 'Gentlemen and Players.'"
"Oh," said the Caterpillar. "The Etonians are the gentlemen—eh? Well, Fluff, after their performance at Lord's last year, you couldn't expect us to admit that they're—players."
The Duffer chuckled.
"I say, Caterpillar, that was a good 'un."
"Not mine," said the Caterpillar, solemnly; "my governor's, you know."
The Duffer continued: "Now, Fluff, I won't touch your body, because you might tumble to pieces, but if I hear you slanging the school or our house, I'll pull out handfuls of fluff. D'ye hear?"
"Yes," said Fluff, meekly.
"Say 'Floreat Herga' on your bended knees!"
Fluff obeyed.
"And remember," said the Duffer, impressively, "that we've had a king here, haven't we, Caterpillar?"