Wednesday 19th May 1915

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.