Dart begins with the bad news that his psych test was a killer. He had studied too much of the wrong stuff and he knows he did badly. (Does that sound like a familiar refrain? The last time we heard it, he got an A.)

He has decided on train as his mode of transport to Greenwich. It costs only $3.00 more, but saves hours of time. He expects to be arriving on the Ohio State Limited at 8:50 a.m. on Saturday morning. Burke will be riding with him from Cleveland because he’s been invited to spend a few days with his best buddy who now lives in NYC.

Their pennies are safely stored now in a joint bank account with him and his mother. $35.59 and growing. He can’t wait for the day when the account can have both his and Dot’s first names and their last name. He also hopes this marks the beginning of an era when they will never be without some sort of savings. I know Dot shares that goal.

On Tuesday, Dart was making the rounds of streetcar stations downtown. He managed to talk one of the stations our of a complete set of original blue prints for one of the oldest cars they’re still running. It’s a swell print for model makers. They told him he could have any prints he wants, as long as he brings the finished cars he makes from them to the station to show the workers there. Now he feels he’ll feel some pressure to do a really good job on those little models.

Did Dot see the recent issue of Life? There was a feature about Frank Lloyd Wright, including photos of some homes he’s designed. Dart was intrigued by the simplicity and beauty of his designs, and he thinks that article would be a good one for them to include in their scrapbook.

He had a pretty light homework load last night, so he was able to join his family in a very long concert of records that Burke played on the record player. Dart says he keeps that thing busy most of the time.

Dot’s 8-page letter arrived today as a consolation for the psychology test. He’s sorry to hear she was so sick last Thursday and Friday. The only good thing he can figure came out of that is that she won’t be “troubled” while she’s at Sunapee.

Did he tell her about the new streetcars that Cleveland is adding? They’re clean and quiet. They’re the smoothest riding form of r=transit ever created. They’re ventilated by four concealed fans. They have safety glass and good lighting and roomy, comfy seats and marvelous safety devices. The look nice and take up less room on the street than their outmoded older sisters. They make almost no noise inside, and outside, you can “almost hear them at 100 feet.”

He’s still waiting to hear how her nursing home job went. I’ll be interested to see if she tells him the same story I heard about that job when I was a girl. If she doesn’t write it to Dart, I’ll tell it here in a day or so.

Why does she call him the “perfect gentleman?” He’s doubted that about himself on more than one occasion, but if she really thinks of him that way, he’s happy.

“That’s all for now Dot. I’m awfully tired. Let’s go to bed.”

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Dot surmises that her family got a very early start for the lake this morning because by the time she an El awoke at 9:00, the dried eggs on the breakfast plates looked like they’d been there for hours.

She and her sister will be busy beavers for the next week. They have many projects they’d like to complete before her family gets home. This morning, Dot did a load of laundry and ironed for two hours, but the basket seems just as full as it was before she started.

She does plan to take a rare evening off tomorrow when she and Nancy Clapp go to see “Cluny Brown.” She hates to spare the time, but she’s not seen much of Nancy this summer and doesn’t know when she’ll see her again. Besides, El is having a steak dinner for friends tomorrow night and Dot doesn’t want to “be in the way.”

Dart’s letter today was short, but very sweet. She doesn’t have time to answer it tonight because it’s late and she’s very tired.