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recitation rooms, library, etc., and their pretty cham- 

 bers looking out on pleasant grounds, though not so 

 extensive as those at Newnham and Girton. I dined 

 at Somerville with Miss Maitland in company with 

 all the students, and passed a pleasant evening with 

 her and them. I was hospitably entertained also at 

 Lady Margaret Hall and at St. Hugh's, but to give 

 you an account of my days there would be to go over 

 the same ground as at the Cambridge Colleges for 

 Women. . . . 



Of course we spent some hours in the Bodleian 

 Library. To give you the least idea of its picturesque 

 interior or of the impression it makes upon you would 

 be impossible. I will pause a moment to tell you an 

 incident which struck me as curious. We were going 

 through the Library under Mr. Pelham's guidance, 

 and he stopped to point out a portrait of Mary, 

 Queen of Scots, said to be the most authentic in exist- 

 ence. In connection with it he told me this singular 

 story. On some public occasion when the crowd was 

 likely to be great in the Library, they had a squad of 

 police to prevent any injury to their many treasures. 

 One of the professors passing through the Hall where 

 this portrait hangs saw the Chief of the Police look- 

 ing intently at this picture. The professor, struck by 

 the man's interest, stopped beside him a moment 

 and said, "It is an interesting portrait, is n't it? " The 

 policeman answered, "I don't know who it is — I 

 was only looking at it professionally." "How do you 

 mean, 'professionally' ? " asked the professor. "Well, 

 you see," said the man, "in my work I often come 



