30 November 1908 – 6 December 1908

Hard at work dissecting a Dogfish. Ruridecanal Conference in the afternoon. I enjoy this double life I lead. It amazes me to be laying bare the brain of a dogfish in the morning and in the afternoon to be taking down in shorthand what the Bishop says on Mission Work.

Went to the Veterinary Surgeon and begged of him the skull of a horse. Carried the trophy home under my arm--bare to the public view. "Why, Lor', 'tis an ole 'orse's jib," M---- said when I got back.