Claire McCahey and her mother arrived this evening. Met the train with Mick’s doggy Cadillac and took them over to the Coronado Hotel.
Having trouble bringing Claire around without her mother, who clings to us like a leech; even so, I do like the old character.
Claire is wonderful, a very easy to love person and everyone likes her immediately. Worry a little about the wide gap between our outlooks. She’s been raised in that medieval atmosphere of strict Catholicism and mystic, impractical idealism — an Irish characteristic, which I myself once had and have gradually thrown aside.
VP to Pasadena with Claire and her mother. Dinner at Butt’s.