“It is useless,” Doctrina said severely. “The monasteries which are devoted to the care of the young males from five to ten are never entered by an outsider except a Minervene of the highest academic rank. You see,” she added, “that in the treatment of your sex, we strive to live up to a standard of enlightened justice. What they crave we supply--with certain limitations.” I opened my mouth to debate this ex-parte assertion, but again refrained. My reticence had been rewarded by a friendlier attitude. Until I had appeared before the Supreme Council and had some inkling of the treatment to be accorded to me, I decided not to show my hand. “The Histriones and the Minervenes, being the superior intellectual castes, never complete their education. But now since we have the time, on the way to the University, we can stop at our Museum of Archeology.” At the Museum we found a sizable crowd--all women of course--about the halls devoted to the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. My appearance, needless to say, created such a disturbance among the younger elements that Doctrina, I believe, seriously considered forcing me to take a veil. Fortunately a few peremptory commands, delivered in her best Prussian style, had the effect of clearing the halls. The Museum, I confess fascinated me, for in a glance I felt myself in a cemetery of familiar things. The first thing I saw was full-sized reproduction of a locomotive and a section of rail labelled: _PRIMITIVE METHOD OF CONVEYANCE_ ABOUT THE YEAR 1976 That the railroad had disappeared before the development of highways and motor buses, I was prepared to believe, but not to find that the automobile likewise was a thing of the past which was gone, with the ship--all cumbersome and unnecessary in this age of amphibian aeroplanes able to remain stationary at any height or to streak across the sky with the speed of projectiles. There were life-size reproductions of the customs and manners of our day, and I must admit, in comparison with the ease and grace of the modern garment, that at the sight of the incredible fashions which once afflicted the men of my day, I had to acknowledge defeat. We had of course, but a moment before we were forced to depart for the city, or rather the University of New York. I found the University laid out on the star-shaped plan which was evidently their favorite concentration. The avenues were fully a hundred yards in width and the buildings on that monumental scale which one sees only at St. Peter’s and the Vatican. In the centre of each building was an immense dome-shaped theatre which I learned was used for the reproduction in living pictures of the records of historical events and astronomical and scientific phenomena. There were at least a dozen of these star-shaped campuses extending over a great area and surrounded by grouped quadrangles where the students lived.