Took my last load to the junk yesterday so I had little to do but felt rather seedy after last night.
Yesterday morning Anne had me and Kilkenny in her room and gave him a good going over about liquor. Ted promised not to touch anything for the rest of the trip, even in ports. I thought Anne talked very well to him. She was almost on the point of firing him. Some of her remarks were sharp and undiplomatic, but Ted kept his temper at all times. Anne’s cat arrived on the junk, a small black female. The cat seemed perfectly calm and at home.
The junk left while we were at lunch and we saw her go out. Lydia and Mrs. MacKay came in at 5 and Lydia told David that I was an awful liar which shocked him. I did not take it very seriously. Mrs. MacKay kissed me good bye right in the hotel lobby, and Lydia said “Goodbye old bean.”
Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild Sr. came in later and were both very friendly. Mr. Fairchild jollied me about the hypnotism last night. Mrs. Fairchild hoped we would come back and we would all have a quiet time at Baguio. I cannot imagine a quiet time with the Fairchilds, in fact they are all something of a strain.
Mr. and Mrs. Tamesio came to dinner and were extremely nice. He drove us to the pier to board Quezon’s launch which took us all to his palatial 256 ft yacht the “Casiana” at about 10 P.M. I was in bed by 11 in a disagreeably air conditioned room, but finally succeeded in plugging the air conditioning with a bath towel.
The super luxurious yacht was underway at about 11 P.M.