The British Museum occupied the greater part of the following day, which was ended up in Kensington Gardens, and then came a trip to Windsor Castle which included a further journey to Stoke Poges where, if Jack did not see her moping owl, Nan found a charming little photograph of the old churchyard, and on the way home bought a pretty copy of the Elegy in which to put it. There was a second visit to the National Portrait Gallery, taken one day when the rest were out shopping, and this time Nan completed her purchase of all photographs she intended to buy in London, and spent so much time poring over her collection that she was in danger of not getting her trunk packed in time the next day when they made their start for Oxford.
"I feel very much as if I had been faring on guide-books," said Nan, as they settled themselves in the train. "And as for Aunt Helen, I know she feels like one. If she had a red cover I would take her for a Baedeker."
"I am sure Jean knows every item on the list at the pastry cook's, and Mary Lee dreamed last night that she was a monkey and began climbing over me," said Jo.
"Now, Jo," began Mary Lee.
"Well, didn't you?"
"I had a sort of funny dream about monkeys," Mary Lee admitted.
"As for Jack," Jo went on, "I defy any 'bus driver in London to keep up with her questions."
"I know where you come," cried Nan. "You would have turned into a mummy if you had gone to the British Museum once more."
"She is anything but one now," said Miss Helen, looking at Jo's plump figure and saucy nose.
"As for me," put in Mrs. Corner, "I feel as if I had met many old friends from whom I am now parting with regret."