"I say, Harry, it must be funny
to be an American!"
Harry laughed heartily.
"I'd be angry, Dick," he said, finally, "if that wasn't so English--and so
funny! Still, I suppose that's one reason you Britishers are as big an
empire as you are. You think it's sort of funny and a bit of a misfortune,
don't you, to be anything but English?"
"Oh, I say, I didn't quite mean that," said Dick, flushing a little. "And
of course you Americans aren't just like foreigners. You speak the same
language we do--though you do say some funny things now and then, old chap.
You know, I was ever so surprised when you came to Mr. Grenfel and he let
you in our troop right away!"
"Didn't you even know we had Boy Scouts in America?" asked Harry. "My
word--as you English would say. That is the limit! Why, it's spread all
over the country with us. But of course we all know that it started
here--that Baden-Powell thought of the idea!"
"Rather!" said Dick, enthusiastically. "Good old Bathing-Towel! That's what
they used to call him at school, you know, before he ever went into the
army at all. And it stuck to him, they say, right through. Even after
Mafeking he was called that. Now, of course, he's a lieutenant general, and
all sorts of a swell. He and Kitchener and French are so big they don't get
called nicknames much more.
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