After Mass and Communion, in which I learnt origin of ‘White Sunday’, being last day for catechumans who were baptised to wear their white clothes, I went off to Castlelack in great spirits, but leaving poor Mam and Pap at home. Sophie and Irmah and I were together in the train, and we had great fun. Mr. MacDonnell was kind enough to call for us at the station with the car. It was nice to see the old place again. Found poor Mrs. MacDonnell in bed with the ‘flu’: she won’t be able to get up again for a week. Diarmuid and Liam were sweet. Unfortunately it was pouring rain, so Dinnie, the driver, Sophie, Irmah and I went in the car to Bandon for the Misses Healy. I drove both ways quite successfully. Then in spite of the terrible rain, Mr. Mac and we all went up to the lake, and fished for about two hours. Mr. Mac caught four beauties. I hooked a big fellow, but he got away. Spent the evening playing Miss Hickie’s violin, while Mr. Mac and Irmah played guitar, and we fiddled away at all the old German folk-songs we could think of. Went to bed fairly late, and I slept in my old place in dining-room.
