I am shown over the entrancing grounds by the Mother Superior. Before taking me into the chapel:
"You are not a catholic, I suppose?" she asks.
"Indeed I am."
"I mean, a Roman catholic?"
"Reverend mother, are there any others?"
"Oh, they all call themselves Anglican catholics nowadays!"
Then on to Craigie Lodge, where Pearl Hobbes pesters the tenants with trivial spirit-messages.
Home, feeling cold as death. . . .
Saturday, 5 March.
. . . I am correcting proofs of The Three Eyes for Hurst & Blackett. Altogether I shall have four books out this spring.
'The Tour, Butterworth.
'The Three Eyes, Hurst & Blackett.
'Majesty, Dodd.
'More Hunting Wasps, Dodd.
Not so bad for an owld, infirm mahn!
Sunday, 6 March.
It is pleasant to see the sun gain strength daily, with every sort of flower appearing, al-*
