A fine day for Easter Sunday, though I feared it would be rainy, I could not imagine it wet. Went to 9 Mass. Seventh Sunday of Holy Communion. Got some lovely eggs from Mammie and Nannie, and had a fine feed after breakfast. I can’t remember Lent is over, and never put sugar in my tea. Went to High Mass, and helped Mammie at organ. Pembauer’s Mass was sung by the full and rich choir really gloriously. The Sanctus and Agnus Dei especially are full of mystery that is elevating. It is modern but does not seem to me as superficial as Debussy and others. The work is earnest, yet mysterious and beautiful. Easter Sunday is always a great day for me, not on account of the eggs, but its atmosphere of rejoicing is so beautiful. Had a pleasant evening. Mr. and Mrs. Neeson, Miss O’Brien and Fräulein Engelmann were for tea. Mammie’s feast-day was great. We decked all the table, and gave her her presents, wine, nice soap and assorted pencils.
