I have many nicknames in school, the chief being ‘Flashy’. The boys in ‘Water Lane’ have evidently heard this, a crowd of them run after me, shouting ‘Look at Flashy! Ah! Flashy, ye got a bad bating from the Mon! The Mon ((The Mon or North Monastery, a boys’ secondary school not far from Farranferris, which was run by the Congregation of Christian Brothers. )) are the boys for ye!’ – Dr. Scannell’s hunting-dog, Grouse, is a fine setter, and every morning he is at the gate, and is petted by all the day-boys. – The avenue is in a bad state now, as it has been covered with small loose gravel which is full of big stones. – After dinner, went up to Markie, and accompanied him out the country for a while, while he rode the horse. Since the time when I took a spin on the horse along Glanmire and Markie got a terrible fright when he found it out, on account of the train, he will not leave me ride him again. Went to Arthur, and made arrangements for to-morrow. Heard Confession from a quaint, Dickens-like old priest in St Augustine’s. There was an aroma of snuff in the confession-box.
