I cracked a hurley a few days ago belonging to Bernard O’Connell, but when I asked him if I would replace it, to-day, he was decent enough not to let me do so. Forgot to learn my poetry for Dr. Dalton to-day, too. – Our milkman is collecting stamps for me now, and nearly every morning when I run out he has some for me, and good ones, too. – Miss Nolan and Mrs. Sullivan came to-day for their lessons. Dr. Hobart will be coming. So Mám is getting on. Had no piano-lesson myself but had a good practice when Mám and Páp were out at supper with Dr. Donovan. – From long custom to be sleeping with someone I have grown very nervous. It is really ridiculous, but I can’t help it. I must this term get a room to myself, and try and get some sort of courage anyway.
