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Show Nettie, page 2 front door before Mama could respond. "Jeannette, don't step on Clarence, and stop running! Mama's voice rose to catch Nettie's fleeting form. Mama sighed and began cleaning the bread dough from her hands. Nettie was already running down the road calling for Papa. He stopped the wagon near the dancing child and scooped her up on his big lap while two arms threw themselves tightly around his neck. Papa, pleased with the affection, chided Nettie, "Aren't you going to greet your grandma, girl? Give her a kiss and say hello." Nettie turned her blond head and stared at the heavy, white-haired lady who was her father's mother. "Nettie, you scamp. How you've grown--such a big girl for only seven. Come give us a hug." Arms and legs were transferred to the warm embrace of a loving grandmother. Grandma Peterson's blue eyes sparkled and investigated Nettie from head to toe. Nettie candidly investigated her grandmother in return. Both seeming to like what they saw, they grinned into each other's eyes. Papa pulled the wagon around the back of the house and called for help with the horses. "Will, Robert, get these horses unhitched and tend to them while I fetch Grandma Peterson's bags." Papa's bushy mustache twitched as he barked the orders to his fourteen-and eleven-year-old sons. Throwing his tall, heavy frame off the wagon he came quickly around to help his mother. "Off you go, girl," he commanded and Nettie was plucked from her |
