"I think you'd enjoy a visit to Cambridge, John," she said. "We must try to manage it. You'd find one of our colleges very unlike yours in America. Both Oxford and Cambridge Universities are made up of many colleges, you know; at Oxford, there are twenty-two, and at Cambridge, eighteen. Each college has its own buildings, its own professors, its own chapel and dining-hall, and each college is complete in itself, although they all belong to one university. You would think the rules very strict! When the Cambridge men go to chapel, and at other specified times, they are required to wear their gowns and queer little flat caps, called 'trenchers' or 'mortar-boards.' At Oxford, the gates of each college are closed at nine o'clock every evening; a man may stay out later (even until twelve), if he can give a good reason for it. If he remains out all night, though, he is immediately dismissed. How would you like that?" she laughed, seeing John's disgusted expression. "There are men called 'scouts,' who look after the men's rooms, and bring them their breakfast. The students are very carefully watched, and if one of them stays away from his meals at the dining-hall more than two or three times a week, the affair is investigated." "My! When we go to college in America, we are men, and can look after ourselves!" John drew himself up very straight, and spoke with great dignity. "Cambridge may be older and have more--more--'associations,' but I'd rather go to Harvard." CHAPTER EIGHT WINDSOR CASTLE, STOKE POGES, AND ETON SCHOOL "It's only a little more than twenty miles out to Windsor," remarked Mrs. Pitt, one June morning. "Suppose we go in the motor, and then we can have a glimpse of both Stoke Poges and Eton School, on the way." There were always many exclamations of delight at mention of the "motor," so it was settled, and the party set out at ten o'clock, all in the highest of spirits. It was slow and difficult driving through the city streets, but the English chauffeur was quite used to keeping to the left, as well as being perfectly familiar with the rules which govern the traffic, so he had none of the accidents which Betty and John had prophesied that their father's American chauffeur would not be able to avoid. Very soon, however, they had reached the suburbs, and then they came into the open country. They could go faster now, and the big touring-car sped over the wonderfully smooth roads at a speed which delighted the young people. The weather was proving a bit uncertain. Every little while, a tiny shower descended upon them out of a blue sky full of great white clouds, the sun shining warm and bright all the while. "Oh, don't let's put up any umbrella," exclaimed Betty, during one of the showers. "Rain never seems to do any harm in England. You don't get wet, and never mind it a bit. Truly, I like it, for it's so pretty to see it raining with the sun out. There! now, it's stopped again! Just see that lovely rainbow!"