We spent all Latin and Maths class to-day writing out for Fr. Wesley, the Bishop’s Secretary, corrections to an Episcopal letter. – Got a cardigan. – I am getting very stylish. Also got examination music. Went to choir practice. Only an improvement of 10 since the last day! Terror!! I don’t know what will happen. The choir is evidently dead and it requires energy and energy alone to bring it to life. Pappie doesn’t seem to care a hang about it. The members should be baited – with Duff’s military band and a big concert – and should be individually sought after. The ‘Creation’ sounded very beautiful as I was going away. But it sounded as if the choir was fading into nothingness.
