The last day of my hols! Well, I cannot grumble for I had very happy ones, and worked quite well too. This is also the end of my novena to St Aloysius and of my Masses. Did some gardening and read about India in ‘Lands and Peoples’. It must be a glorious, rich country, with its palaces and temples, its processions and elephants and with such buildings as the Shah Jehan’s Taj Mahal and Hall of Audience, the fortress of Jodhpur and the Pearl Palace of Gualior. I simply revelled in this chapter. Miss O’Brien’s Schiedmayer was shifted into our dining-room to-day for a week or so. Saw in paper that there is military insubordination and martial law in Spain. Got my hair cut and a tooth out at Mr. Scher’s. It didn’t hurt much being only a baby one and preventing a big one coming down. Cycled to poor Mrs. Horgan’s grave in Clogheen Cemetery. It is on top of a hill overlooking the river and is a quiet lonely spot with no sounds but the wind whispering through the trees and the far-off rumbling of carts in the valley below. Poor Mrs. Horgan was Mammie’s and Pappie’s best friend, but she died in 1920. On the way home got a puncture, so had to walk home. On the way there met Jack MacSwiney who told me Denis Murray, who was 2nd out of 11 to pass got 395/400 in Latin – I got 396 last year! Found a 22 cent Washington U.S.A. stamp in my album worth ₤2!!!
