Holiday of obligation – no school. Worked till 2 and then rushed to concert. It was a great success. There were much more people there than at poor Mám’s recital, and mostly the ‘snobocracy’. Miss Eileen Price sang some English songs and then some by [blank – Franz Liszt?] arranged the ‘Gretchen am Spinnrad’ very beautifully. [Schubert’s setting of Goethe’s ‘Spinning Song’ from his Faust drama]. Mr. Brady and Mrs. Sullivan played their programme of Sunday and I enjoyed it more than ever. The job of turning-over is terrible. I was on tender hooks all the while. In Brahms both parts go like lightening. After Mám and I had a cosy tea with Stockleys in a restaurant. Went to Arthur. He is actually going to dances at the Pavilion! I wonder what I’d become if I did so! – Heard of a wonderful picture ‘Sea Beast’, so Páp took me and was furious with me because it was not much good. I found, however, that parts of it were splendid, especially the scenes of the typhoon when the schooner was battered and bruised by the mountainous waves, and the parts where ‘Moby Dick’ the ferocious whale was hunted.
