"Would you stay over here if there was a war, Harry? Or would you
go home?"

"I think we'd have to stay over here, Dick. You see, my father is
here on business, not just for pleasure. His company sent him
over here, and it was understood he'd stay several years. I don't
think the war could make any difference."

"That's why you're here, then, is it? I used to wonder why you
went to school over here instead of in America."

"Yes. My father and mother didn't want me to be so far from them.
So they brought me along. I was awfully sorry at first, but now
it doesn't seem so bad."

"I should think not!" said Dick, indignantly. "I should think
anyone would be mighty glad of a chance to come to school over
here instead of in America! Why, you don't even play cricket over
there, I've been told!"

"No, but we play baseball," said Harry, his eyes shining. "I
really think I miss that more than anything else here in England.
Cricket's all right -- if you can't play baseball. It's a good
enough game."

"You can play," admitted Dick, rather grudgingly. "When you bowl,
you've got some queer way of making the ball seem to bend --"

"I put a curve on it, that's all!" said Harry, with a laugh. "If