In the summer of the third year, Carol wrote to Connie:
"Haven't you been saving up long enough? We do so want to see you, and
Colorado is beautiful. We haven't the long mesa stretching up to the
sunny slopes as it was in New Mexico, but from our tiny cottage we can
look right over the city to the mountains on the other side, and the
sunny slopes are there. So please count your pennies. They give
summer rates you know."
Connie went down to Mount Mark the night she received that letter,
spending half the night in the train, and talked it over with the
family. Without a dissenting voice, they said she ought to go. Ten
days later, Carol and David were exulting over Connie's letter.
"Yes, thank you, I am coming. In fact, I was only waiting for the word
from you. So I shall start on Monday next, C., B. & Q., reaching
Denver Tuesday afternoon at 2:30. Be sure and meet me.
"I nearly lost my job, too. I went to Mr. Carver and said I wanted a
vacation. He said 'All right, when and how long?' I said, 'Beginning
next Monday.' He nodded. 'To continue six weeks.' He nearly died.
He asked what kind of an institution for the feeble-minded I thought
this was. I said I hadn't solved it yet. He reminded me that I have
already had one week's vacation, and three days on two different
occasions.
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