Went after Mass to Mr. Fielding, the President, about the Choral Society. Then to Mrs. Neeson’s home, to ask if we could get the boat in the evening, a brilliant idea (mine) as I didn’t know how on earth to amuse Betty whom I invited for this evening. Worked then until dinner at 2.0. Fr. Pat came for a few moments before going to the priests’ retreat at Farran Ferris. He was in great humour, and actually asked Mám and me for a fortnight to Dunmanway! We will go on picnics every second day! Called for her ladyship earlier so that we would have time for boating, and went off to Sunday’s Well. There was a tennis tournament on at the Club opposite, so we had to do a great deal of ferrying people across, but we had a few trips up and down. Or course it must rain. But I think Betty enjoyed it. We went to see the monkey in Fitzgerald’s Park, then returned for a lovely tea, and Mám, Betty and I went to see ‘The Devil’s Cargo’ ((A silent picture made in 1925, now lost.)) The picture itself was not much, all about California and San Francisco, but there was one extraordinary characterisation. Ben, an enormous stoker drudge, alone beneath the water’s kiel, who, being left on the derelict ship with a few passengers, intoxicated with his freedom, became the tyrant captain. His stride on the ship was killing, and how he looked at his shadow with terror.
