At Irish to-day it came to my turn to read. Dickie is bald, and seeing further on a description of baldness, and knowing I am too nervous to control my laughing, I tried every means to get it the next fellow’s turn to read, but it was of no avail. When it came to the word ‘bald’ I simply stuck, and couldn’t get on for laughing. The other fellows were cross, and I was disgusted with myself, and knew, even while I was laughing, what an unfair thing it was, but that only made me laugh the more. Was fairly disgusted all day. Went and spilled a jug of milk all over the table and over my diary at supper.
