Dr. Scannell had yet no news about my exams. My hair will turn grey if he doesn’t hurry up. In Dr. Dalton’s English class we read some of ‘Pritchard’s Essays of To-day’. Some of them are very fine. He gave us a comp. ‘Falling Leaves’, which I think is a very beautiful one. I love the whole feeling and atmosphere of the comp. but the worst is that when I try to write it down, it generally vanishes. – We got a telegram from Páp saying he is coming to-morrow! I won’t of course go to school. It will be great meeting Páp again after all his adventures in foreign lands. Went to Aunt Elsa for flowers. Had a talk with Uncle Chris. He really is a good old Cork type, not in the least artistic, but good-natured and brusk and kind. Got an enormous bunch from Aunt Elsa, and on the way back got an equally fierce puncture. So I had all the scamps of Cork after me asking for flowers.
