"What's that!" repeated Barrington, scornfully. "What a precious young fool you must be, not to know. Who's your mother?" "She lives over there," answered Hearn, taking the question literally, and nodding beyond the wood. "Oh!" said Barrington, screwing up his mouth. "What's her name? And what's yours?" "Mrs. Hearn. Mine's Archibald." "Good, Mr. Archibald. You shall be my fag. That is, my servant. And you'll do every earthly thing that I order you to do. And mind you do it smartly, or may be that girl's face of yours will show out rather blue sometimes." "I shall not be anybody's servant," returned Archie, in his mild, inoffensive way. "Won't you! You'll tell me another tale before this time to-morrow. Did you ever get licked into next week?" The child made no answer. He began to think the new fellow might be in earnest, and gazed up at him in doubt. "When you can't see out of your two eyes for the swelling round them, and your back's stiff with smarting and aching--_that's_ the kind of licking I mean," went on Barrington. "Did you ever taste it?" "No, sir." "Good again. It will be all the sweeter when you do. Now look you here, Mr. Archibald Hearn. I appoint you my fag in ordinary. You'll fetch and carry for me: you'll black my boots and brush my clothes; you'll sit up to wait on me when I go to bed, and read me to sleep; you'll be dressed before I am in the morning, and be ready with my clothes and hot water. Never mind whether the rules of the house are against hot water, _you'll have to provide it_, though you boil it in the bedroom grate, or out in the nearest field. You'll attend me at my lessons; look out words for me; copy my exercises in a fair hand--and if you were old enough to _do_ them, you'd _have_ to. That's a few of the items; but there are a hundred other things, that I've not time to detail. If I can get a horse for my use, you'll have to groom him. And if you don't put out your mettle to serve me in all these ways, and don't hold yourself in readiness to fly and obey me at any minute or hour of the day, you'll get daily one of the lickings I've told you of, until you are licked into shape." Barrington meant what he said. Voice and countenance alike wore a determined look, as if his words were law. Lots of the fellows, attracted by the talking, had gathered round. Hearn, honest and straightforward himself, did not altogether understand what evil might be in store for him, and grew seriously frightened. The captain of the school walked up--John Whitney. "What is that you say Hearn has to do?" he asked. "_He_ knows now," answered Barrington. "That's enough. They don't allow servants here: I must have a fag in place of one." In turning his fascinated eyes from Barrington, Hearn saw Blair standing by, our mathematical master--of whom you will hear more later. Blair must have caught what passed: and little Hearn appealed to him. "Am I obliged to be his fag, sir?"