Fr. Pat came this morning for an hour before returning to Dunmanway after the retreat. He is going to motor us to Cappoquin on Monday, and stay with us till Wednesday! Took a message to Mrs. Neeson about Cappoquin, and then cycled to Horgans’. Had a great time there. We rigged out ‘turgida vela’ [an inflated sail – Horace Carmen 2/10] on the boat and went repeatedly down the river at a great speed with the wind. We got into Grace’s house again, and first got the great idea of ringing up Horgans’. Joe put on a rough voice, asked for the maid, and went shouting a whole lot of trash through the phone. She never suspected! We then went into the drawing-room, took photographs of us sitting on the beautiful couches, and I was playing my mazurka away on the piano, when Ivor shouted ‘Out!’. A motor was drawing up just outside the window, and Mr. Clarke, manager of Ford’s inside!!!. We flew like the Dickens, ran through dozens of rooms and out through the back windows. It was a fierce shame! After Ivor and Joe went cycling around the house, while I acted as ‘Speed Cop’. Went to Confession in the Trinity, then home, and went with Mám to meet Fr. Engelmann at the station. She missed the train however, and we went to Woodside until she and Irmah came home at 11. They had a good time in Dunquin. Fr. Brown ((The scholar, Monsignor Professor Pádraig de Brún of UCC, Maynooth and Galway, mathematician and linguist, who had a cottage in the Gaelteacht of Dunquin, where he translated Homer, Sophocles, Dante, Corneille and Racine into Irish.)) is staying in Woodside now. Fr. Engelmann was terribly sad. I will probably never see her again.
