"Papa says that Frederic shall be sent to Eton, by and bye," she replied, rather abstractedly.
"Perhaps, then," I answered, "I shall know him—at least, I hope I may."
"Oh, it will be a long while before he joins you, for he is quite little yet; and then, you know, he must be your fag, instead of your friend."
"I shall never fag a brother of yours," I answered.
"May I ask you some questions about this horrid fagging?" demanded Miss Curzon, and turning towards me.
"Of course," said I; "as many as you please."
"Have you got what they call a master?"
"Certainly; every lower boy must have one."
"What do you do for him?"
"Lay his breakfast and tea-things every day, and make his toast."