At play I broke the window of one of the nuns’ ((The Franciscan Sisters of St. Joseph looked after the priests and schoolboys in Farrnferris, seeing to cleaning, cooking and nursing.)) rooms with a ball. The reverend mother was sitting behind the window and she got the fright of her life. A terribly guilty feeling hangs over one after doing something like this, and the jokes of the boys didn’t make me feel happier, though, of course, I put the best face I could on the matter. Luckily, Dr. Scannell had just got three front teeth out, and so I was spared a lecture, for he could scarcely speak. I had to go through the ordeal of an apology to the reverend mother, however, and that was bad enough. Spent a lot of time in the evening mending a puncture in my bicycle, going out to send a man to Farran Ferris for the glass, and in drawing a plan of reserved seats for Mammy’s recital which is coming off soon. I hope it will be a great success!
