"Yet——" Miss Helen began.
"Oh, I know what you are going to say," interrupted Nan, "and we know all about that possible future. When do we start out?"
"As soon as I can gather the brood together. Don't dawdle, any of you, if you love me."
Her appeal was not without effect, for the whole party appeared in a very short time, and they set forth to go from college to college, to walk up High Street, to turn into Addison's walk and to return at night tired out.
"We fairly skipped through," remarked Mary Lee. "I have a confused jumble of colleges in my brain, and can't for the life of me tell Brasenose from Oriel or Lincoln from Queen's."
"Study your post-cards, my dear," said Nan, "and they will tell you."
"Not everything."
"What they don't tell Baedeker does, so I wouldn't bother my dear little brain with trying to remember so exactly. As for myself, Oxford represents a mass of beautiful ivy-clad buildings, more or less resembling each other, lovely gardens, chapels and cloisters, a cathedral, a library and one long fine street. That is all the impression my mind has received. After a while I shall try to separate the conglomeration by looking over my post-cards, but just now I am capable of seeing it only as a whole, an impressionistic picture, as it were."
"Shall we have another day of it, Miss Helen?" asked Jo.
"I think another morning, so we can take the train for Warwick in the afternoon. It is not so very far and we need not start very early."