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The King and
Queen
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It was in March 1915, that I paid a visit
to Aldershot. He had just been promoted Captain, and I found
him brimming over with excitement. "What have you done
now?" I asked. "Dined with the King and Queen,"
he said, "and they were so kind, but that's not the
best news." "Well what is it?" I asked again.
And then he told me how he had started a troop of scouts
in a famous preparatory school on the previous Saturday,
and how he was to examine them in the tenderfoot tests in
a few days' time.
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"I determined," he said, "that I would start one
more school troop before I left for the war, and if I'm spared
to come back on leave I shall try and start another school troop
every time." And so he did. "I feel that preparatory
schools are my special job in England during the war, beyond everything
else. It is no use returning to England on leave unless one means
to try to be useful, isn't it?"
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