Nannie was 16 during 1870, and so remembers all the happenings of the war quite clearly. I often get her on to it on Fridays, and she gives great accounts, especially of the ‘Einzug’ [entry of the army] into München. – I was dreaming all last night that Wellington was in Cork Harbour with a man-of-war, and some Irish Admiral was fighting him in another. I clearly saw some good strategy, and once Wellington lured the other out to sea, then turned back with incredible swiftness, passed by the promontory where I was standing, and then a sword was hurled into the bank of a wide channel. This, in my dream, meant that the Irish vessel could not enter that stream. After there was fierce mix-up of Páp and I saving the families of the respective admirals. It was about the most singular dream I ever had. – Could not go to school to-day, as Páp had to take Mám’s lessons at School of Music, and I stayed at home in case she wanted me. She was a little better, temp. 100, but had a terrible headache, and would eat nothing. I did messages this morning, did some school-work, and got at my bike. I had to give up in despair mending the puncture. Both tyre and tube are destroyed after lending the bike to Willie Groeger some time ago. Had a good long Harmony lesson and also piano lesson, Mám hearing me in bed. Paddie actually gave me a tyre of his and working till 11, I got tube settled and tyre on!
