Yesterday Miss O’Brien sent me to St. Ita’s School with an umbrella. It was Miss Mary MacSwiney opened the door. Whatever about her politics, for an unpractical ideal, namely sudden break off and independence from England, cannot be put into force, she is really charming, both in her manner and in her ways. She is a devout Catholic, receiving every morning. As I ought to know, considering she was my mistress for over 3 years75. Miss Annie, on the other hand, is more fanatical, and as Pappie says, a ‘Treib auf’ [trouble maker] Got only a small portion of my work done, as Mám said we must go to the pictures, for the last time, and have a ‘burst’ before Páp comes home. The ‘Washington’ seemed good, ‘The Virgin of San Blas’ from a Spanish ballad, but unfortunately it was pretty hopeless. I can well understand what an evil effect weekly pictures such as these can have on the mind. I felt pretty rotten after it, though there was nothing particularly objectionable in it.
[In brackets and crossed out, possibly because it was meant for the entry of September Wednesday 15:] Written in terrible hurry, because Páp hates seeing me with my diary]