They rode through the most built-up part of town, where the buildings and 
gardens and statues were all magnificent, and none of the streets were the 
same: Some were crescents, some were courts, or circles or ovals, or squares 
surrounding patches of greenery, and even the long streets turned this way and 
that. They passed from there into a less built-up area with many parks and 
playing fields and finally pulled up in front of a fancy building with ornate 
towers, surrounded by a wrought-iron fence and a hedge. Over the door it said 
MISS MATHESON'S ACADEMY OF THE THREE GRACES.