"They'll just allow the wretched teachers and professors to teach--what their majesties choose to learn.
Otherwise--they run the show." "Of course, they're awfully _nice_ girls--most of them," said Mrs.
Friend, with a little, puzzled wrinkling of the brow.
"Ripping! Done splendid war work and all that.

But the older generation, now that things have begun again, are jolly well up a tree--how to fit the new to the old.

I have some elderly relations at Oxbridge--a nice old professor and his wife.

Not stick-in-the-muds at all.

But they tell me the world there--where the young women are concerned--seems to be standing on its head.