Ethel Brown was sorry that there were no students to be seen on the grounds when they wandered about the next morning, for she would have liked to see what sort of boys they were, and, if she liked their looks, have suggested to Tom or James that they come here to college amid such lovely surroundings. She liked it better than Amherst but Ethel Blue preferred that compact little village, and Dorothy clung to her deep-seated affection for Cambridge.
"After all, our Club boys have their plans all made so we don't need to get excited over these colleges," decided Ethel Brown; "and I'm glad they're all going to different ones because when they graduate we'll have invitations to three separate class-days and other festivities."
"What a perfectly beautiful tower," exclaimed Dorothy.
"It's the chapel. That light-colored stone is superb, isn't it!"
"Some of these other buildings look as old as some of the oldy-old Harvard ones."
"They can't be anywhere near as old. This college wasn't founded until 1793."
"That's old enough to give it a settled-down air in spite of these handsome new affairs. There must be lovely walks about here."
