"Dear me, Nan, is it as late as that?" said Jo sitting up suddenly.
"Yes, and there is honey instead of the marmalade you don't like," replied Nan over her shoulder. "Mother got some yesterday."
Jo, thoroughly aroused, sprang from her bed to rush through her toilet and join the others down-stairs.
"We thought maybe you didn't care to see Oxford," said Miss Helen smiling as Jo came in hurriedly.
"Well, no," drawled Jo. "I've seen Harvard, you know, and what are colleges anyhow? I never expect to take a degree and why should I be interested in Oxford? Of course I will go with you all if you insist, but if it were Earl's Court, for example, where there is a maze, a water toboggan and such things, I might be more enthusiastic." It was like Jo to turn off things in this way, and every one laughed.
"You know," said Miss Helen, "that Hawthorne called High Street the noblest old street in England, so that is one of the things we must be sure to see."
"And Addison's walk," put in Nan.
"To be sure, and you girls will find the Bodleian Library very fascinating. As for the colleges themselves, with their chapels and quadrangles, if you do not think them beautiful as well as interesting I am much mistaken."
"Again we sigh for that entire summer which cannot be ours," said Nan.