He told me to ask particularly how your complexion gets along
out in the sunny mesa land.
"I want to see you. I am saving up my pennies religiously, and when
they have multiplied sufficiently I am coming. Thanks for the
invitation.
"Lovingly as always,
"Connie."
CHAPTER XVIII
QUIESCENT
Long but not dreary weeks followed one after the other. In the little
'dobe cottage, situated far up the hill on the mesa, Carol and David
lived a life of passionless routine. Carol was busy, hence she had the
easier part. David's breakfast on a tray at seven, nourishment at
nine, luncheon at twelve, nourishment at three, dinner at six,
nourishment at nine,--with medicines to be administered, temperatures
to be taken, alcohol rubs to be given at frequent intervals,--this was
Carol's day. And at odd hours the house must be kept clean and
sanitary, dishes washed, letters written. And whenever the moment
came, David was waiting for her to come and read aloud to him.
When a man of action, of energy, of boundless enthusiasm is tossed
aside, strapped with iron bands to a little white cot on a screened
porch with a view of a sunburned mesa reaching off to the mountains,
unless he is of the biggest, and finest, his personality can not
survive.
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