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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 
