Rosalind (casually). I wonder where the Fifth Battalion is training?
Celia. Somewhere in the Forest, I expect.
Rosalind. Alas, what danger will it be to us
Maids as we are to travel forth so far!
Celia. I'll put myself into a Red Cross dress.
Rosalind. I do not like the Red Cross uniform.
Celia. You could be photographed ten times a day:
"The Lady Rosalind a Red Cross Nurse."
Rosalind. I like it not. Nay, I will be a Scout.
Celia. What shall I call thee when thou art a Scout?
Rosalind. I'll have no worse a name than Archibald.
The Boy Scout Archibald. And what of you?
Celia. Something that hath a reference to my state;
No longer Celia now, but Helia.