Swimming before breakfast. The native boy has made quite a swimmer of me, for such a new beginner, and I am desperately proud; but not so proud as Jack on his surf-board. He can get every wave that is worth while—so he says—and came in once on his knees. I don't believe he meant to—I think the board bucked him into that position—it looked that way.
Company to tea at the hotel this afternoon. I had the six nicest ladies who came over on the boat with us. Jack was at his best, though I had to lead him to it with a rope. He said that it was the blue and white tea-set that cheered him up, but it wasn't; it was the blue and white frock of the prettiest girl—and he was not only cheered, but positively inebriated.
An informal dance at the hotel this evening, with officers from the passing transport in attendance with their families. It was an exceedingly nice dance.
