3 Friday. Woke at 6 with a painfully sore eye, which got worse and worse. Was determined not to miss either Mass or school, so got up, bathed it, and went to 8 Mass. I could scarcely see in the Church, and it was very awkward, because my eye was running water the whole time, and I lost my place after Holy Communion. Gave up the idea of going to school, and went to bed until the doctor came to see Páp, then he got the smut out by a dose of cocaine. Worked till 8, trying to pick up with my class. Mr. Brady and Mrs. Sullivan had a last and splendid practice.
