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Show Nettie, Page 87 "This is Nettie Peterson. I want you to teach this girl everything you know about waiting tables. She is going to be the best waitress in the United States." Nettie gulped. Waitress! It had never occurred to her she might be a waitress! A desk clerk-she had thought vaguely-something where she didn't have to stand or use her feet a lot-but a waitress! Now it was Nettie's turn not to waiver. If that was what the Colonel wanted her to do, then that is what she would do, legs or no legs, problem or no problem. The steward had more difficulty controlling his features as every expression that flashed across his face indicated his many doubts, especially as he watched Nettie walk to the stairway go get a better look around. "Colonel," he began, "are you sure. . . " Col. Cody cut him off with a sharp, warning glance. "I know you'll treat her right, and give her the best possible training. She will report to you tomorrow morning." "Now then, my newest employee," the Colonel turned to Nettie. "I will have you shown to a room which you may use for your own as long as you are here. I expect you to dine with me and Mr. and Mrs. Holms tonight. Mr. Holms is my manager. Now you must excuse me, please, as I must attend to other business." "Colonel, thank you. I can't really tell you how much I appreciate your help." Nettie again felt the inadequacy of mere words. This young, red-haired girl was far from the mischievous, beard-tugging child the Colonel had first met on the trail. A budding young |
