It had been one thing to clean out studies for sons of heroes like old Brooke, but was quite another to do the like for Snooks and Green, who had never faced a good scrummage at football, and couldn't keep the passages in order at night.

So they only slurred through their fagging just well enough to escape a licking, and not always that, and got the character of sulky, unwilling fags.

In the fifth-form room, after supper, when such matters were often discussed and arranged, their names were for ever coming up.
"I say, Green," Snooks began one night, "isn't that new boy, Harrison, your fag ?" "Yes; why ?" "Oh, I know something of him at home, and should like to excuse him.
Will you swop ?" "Who will you give me ?" "Well, let's see.

There's Willis, Johnson.

No, that won't do.