"Never mind about cricket now; let's get to play football first."
"But we don't know anything about it," said Phra, "and it seems so stupid. Let's ask Mr. Cameron to show us how."
"That we just won't," cried Harry. "He'd only laugh at us. 'What!' he'd say, 'don't know how to play football? Why, I thought every boy could play that.'"
"I don't like to be laughed at," said Phra.
"Of course you don't. I don't either. That's the worse of people too. Just because they know something that you don't know, they think themselves so awfully clever, and laugh at you because you don't know the same as they do."
"Well, how do we play? Do you know?"
"I know something about it. You make sides, because it's going to be a fight."
"Then it's a cowardly game," cried Phra.
"Why?" said Harry in astonishment.
"Because in a fight you ought to use your fists; you taught me so; and this is all kicking."