As the ground was so wet Willie stopped at home. He packed fruit and Eggs and hauled them down to the wharf in the afternoon and hauled up a sack of Maize. In the morning I was writing, in the afternoon I went down to the village. Heard the sad news of Alan Wallace’s death in an English Hospital of wounds received in the Dardanelles. It was a great shock to us all as we loved & esteemed him very much. It will be a great blow to his family, as they were so justly proud of him.