Last day. Got marks of the rest of the exams. In Latin 320/400, the next being Charlie O’Connor with 230; in Irish 214/400, 3rd place in class; and in maths 258/600, very poor, though poor old Pa did not see two of my sums which were right, and that would have made about 280. – I brought up a toy beaver Julia gave me, and a little fellow that rolls head over heels when put on an incline. Father Dinny Murphy was delighted with them, and we had scarcely any Latin. Dickie, however, was furious when they were produced, flinging the beaver out the window, and sent two out of the class. We didn’t do a bit of work for the rest of the class in spite of him, and he finally had to laugh himself. Though we now have holidays, I was very depressed after dinner. I don’t know why. Went to Mrs. Stockley’s pupils’ song recital. It was very good, and some of Mrs. Stockley’s pupils have made great progress.
