e was a Berkshire man, you know. But I
think he did a great deal of harm to the Church."

"How did you think my new silk looked in the garden? How lucky I
brought it, wasn't it? I shouldn't have liked to have been in
nothing but muslin. They don't suit here; you want something
richer amongst the old buildings, and on the beautiful velvety
turf of the gardens. How do you think I looked?"

"You looked like a queen, dear; or a lady-in-waiting, at least."

"Yes, a lady-in-waiting on Henrietta Maria. Didn't you hear one
of the gentlemen say that she was lodged in St. John's when
Charles marched to relieve Gloucester? Ah! Can't you fancy her
sweeping about the gardens, with her ladies following her, and
Bishop Laud walking just a little behind her, and talking in a
low voice about--let me see--something very important?"

"Oh, Mary, where has your history gone? He was Archbishop, and
was safely locked up in the Tower."

"Well, perhaps he was; then he couldn't be with her, of course.
How stupid of you to remember, Katie. Why can't you make up your
mind to enjoy yourself when you come out for a holiday?"

"I shouldn't enjoy myself any the more for forgetting dates,"
said Katie, laughing.

"Oh, you would though; only try. But let me see, it can't be
Laud. Then it shall be that cruel drinking old man, with the
wooden leg made of gold, who was governor of Oxford when the king
was away. He must be hobbling along after the queen in a buff
coat and breastplate, holding his hat with a long drooping white
feather in his hand.

"But you wouldn't like it at all, Mary; it would be too serious
for you. The poor queen would be too anxious for gossip, and you
ladies-in-waiting would be obliged to walk after her without
saying a word."

"Yes, that would be stupid. But then she would have to go away
with the old governor to write dispatches; and some of the young
officers with long hair and beautiful lace sleeves, and large
boots, whom the king had left behind, wounded, might come and
walk perhaps, or sit in the sun in the quiet gardens."

Mary looked over her shoulder with the merriest twinkle in her
eye, to see how her steady cousin would take this last picture.
"The college authorities would never allow that," she said
quietly, still looking out the window; "if you wanted beaus, you
must have had them in black gowns."

"They would have been jealous of the soldiers, you think? Well, I
don't mind; the black gowns are very pleas