From these, however, particularly in the winter, they could
see the gabled colleges, the chapels with their rich glory of
architecture and the smooth lawns of the college gardens as they
sloped gently down to the river.
St. Benet's, the college for women, was approached by a private road,
and high entrance gates obstructed the gaze of the curious. Inside
there were cheerful halls and pleasant gardens and gay, fresh,
unrestrained life. But the passer-by got no peep of these things
unless the high gates happened to be open.
This was the first evening of term, and most of the girls were back.
There was nothing very particular going on, and they were walking
about the gardens, and greeting old friends, and telling each other
their experiences, and more or less picking up the threads which had
been broken or loosened in the long vacation.
The evenings were drawing in, but the pleasant twilight which was soon
to be rendered brilliant by the full moon seemed to the girls even
nicer than broad daylight to linger about in. They did not want to go
into the houses; they flitted about in groups here and there, chatting
and laughing merrily.
St. Benet's had three halls, each with its own vice-principal, and a
certain number of resident students.
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