L. Frank Baum 
Daughters of Destiny 

“What country did you say, Prince?” “Baluchistan, my lord.” The great financier lay back in his chair and a slight smile flickered over his stern features. Then he removed his eye-glasses and twirled them thoughtfully around his finger as he addressed the young man opposite. “I remember, ” said he, “that when I attended school as a boy one of my chiefest trials in geography was to learn how to bound Baluchistan.” “Ah, do not say that, sir, ” exclaimed Prince Kasam, eagerly. “It is a customary thing, whenever my country is mentioned, for an Englishman to refer to his geography. I have borne the slight with rare patience, Lord Marvale, since first I came, a boy, to London; but permit me to say that I expected you to be better informed.” “But, why?” asked the nobleman, raising his brows at the retort. “Because Baluchistan is a great country, sir. You might drop all of England upon one of its plains—and have some trouble to find it again.”