After this came the Harrow holidays.

Johnny came home, and with him the inevitable Crayshaw.

The latter was only to stay a week, and that week should have been spent with Brandon, but the boys had begged hard to be together, having developed a peculiar friendship for one another which seemed to have been founded on many fights, in consequence of which they had been strictly forbidden to meet.
This had taken place more than a year before, when Crayshaw, having been invited by John to spend the holidays with his boy, the two had quarrelled, and even fought, to such a degree that John at last in despair had taken Johnnie over to his grandfather's house, with the declaration that if he so much as spoke to Crayshaw again, or crossed the wide brook that ran between the two houses, he would fine him half-a-crown every time he did it.
"Ith all that hateful map," said young hopeful sulkily, when he was borne off to his banishment.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," quoth his father.

"I don't care what it's about.

You have no notion of hospitality.