Yesterday morning we get a really beautiful and pathetic letter from Fr. Engelmann, thanking Mám for all her kindness to her, and expressing how lonely she felt leaving. I can scarcely realise she is gone. We got a merry letter from Fr. Pat, too, saying that he must drag Mám from her 14½ hour practice and me from my Livy and ‘Taugenichts’ to Dunmanway soon. He said he hoped we were having a good time in the ‘tabernacula filia Apollonis’ [the sanctuary of the daughters of Apollo – god of music], (Neeson = Mac h-Aurignasa = son of Aeneas). – I worked well this morning and before dinner finished my Czecho–Slovakian stamps. The air was terribly heavy and sultry all day. After dinner Mám went for a walk and I got two sets of tennis. After tea I went to Confession. The missionaries give fierce penances – I got a Rosary to say. – After went for tennis again, and there I had the most enjoyable set of tennis I ever had. The score mounted one by one till it was 5-6, 6-6, 6-7 which we won only by one stroke and finally 6-8, also by one. It was the best of sport, because they are all killing fellows who were playing.
