It was really charming of Fr. Engelmann to write this. I only saw it yesterday. ((So Mám must have known where to find the diary! )) To-day she is on the high seas. I wonder if I will ever see her again. She leaves pleasant memories of happy days behind. Mám and I packed hard all the morning. Fr. Pat came for dinner, and after, I being minister for defence closed up the whole house. It was a glorious summer evening, and Fr. Pat let me drive a great part of the way. We got one puncture near Cappoquin. The house is just next to the chapel, and is rather dark, though the garden behind is quite nice with the river just next to it, and nice vegetables in the garden. The town is just like all Irish country towns. We were at first joking about the whole place, but I find it quite nice. Lil, the maid, is very affable and industrious. Talked till 11, when we went to bed. The house is supposed to be haunted, but we saw no ghosts.
