The end of my holiday work! For I am going to rest completely to-morrow and Monday. The school did badly in the exams, because there is only an adv[ert] in the paper of the school’s opening, no list of exhibitions, honours or prizes. At 8 to-day was delighted to find a letter from Páp. But the contents were sorrowful enough. He asks if Mám could do his Cathedral work for a few weeks, as he wants to meet Tagore in München and various other things. But Mám is worn out and nervy, we have no money, and bills are swarming. Páp’s Choral Society, and his Harmony and Theory classes will go to pot, so we wrote immediately, I as well as Mám, asking him to come before Sunday next at the latest. That means that Mám will have to play at the big High Mass on Wednesday, which she hates doing, as it is 6 years since she had the choir. She is grateful to know, anyhow, that Páp’s works are being performed in the Münchner Frauenkirche [Munich cathedral], and in a big tour of the Cathedral choir! Went to Arthur. Came home and talked things over with Mám.
