Remained to-day for dinner at school in order to practise hurley for the under seventeen, coming off with Fermoy on the 13th. There was little to do, however, as the seniors monopolised the pitch, and I came home fairly disgusted with my left hand bleeding from a fall I had on some glass, and my arm pretty sore from a ‘buster’. We had great sport at dinner, however, and I could scarcely eat anything, laughing at the boys the whole time. The priests had salmon for dinner. This struck me, as I only ate salmon once in my life. Found Nannie at home with some stamps for me. They weren’t much good, however, but it was awfully good of her to get them for me. She is trying for some Japanese from a Franciscan. Drew Nannie out at tea about the Franco-Prussian War, and the Bavarian monarchy. She remembers both! There was nothing like the old monarchy. It is terrible to think it is gone perhaps for ever. Nannie rejoices according as the franc drops lower, and so do I.
