[281] have no idea of it. Call it a college! it is a city of colleges,--a mountain of museums, colleges, halls, courts, parks, chapels, lecture-rooms. Out of twentyfour colleges we saw only three. We saw enough, however, to show us that to explore the colleges of Oxford would take a week. Then we came away, and about eleven o'clock at night found ourselves in London.It was dripping and raining here, for all the world, just as it did when we left; but we found a cosy little parlor, papered with cheerful crimson paper, lighted by a coal-fire, a neat little supper laid out, and the Misses Low waiting for us. Was n't it nice?
We are expecting our baggage to-night. Called at Sampson Low's store to-day and found it full everywhere of red “ Dreds.”
Upon reaching London Mrs. Stowe found the following note from Lady Byron awaiting her:--
