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Show Nettie, Page 12 what I can." Brigham took Annie aside. "The news is bad. Frank is w-w-worse, not better. Mama and Papa are t-t-taking him to Salt Lake City where b-b-better c-c-care is available," Brig stuttered through this, for him, lengthy speech. "Annie, Mama asks you to k-k-keep the young ones until their return. They d-d-don't know how long it will take. They've gone t-t-to Evanston to take the t-t-train." "Brig, how bad is it?" Annie's face showed her concern. "Doc Levers suspects bad injuries inside. He c-c-can't d-d-do anything more for him here. It doesn't look g-g-good, Annie." "Oh, Brig--he's only 16," Annie's lower lip trembled. Nettie could tell by the look on Annie's face that something was very wrong. She rushed to her brother and sister. "Annie, Brig, tell me about Frank. I want to go see him." Annie put her arm around her younger sister. "It's going to be all right, Nettie. Mama and Papa are taking Frank to see some special doctors." "I want to go, too. I can help, I know I can," Nettie cried. "Child, the best you can do for Frank now is to pray. Pray as hard as you know how." Nettie's eyes filled with tears and she turned away. Every day Nettie watched for Brig or Papa. The days were long and quiet. She was able to forget at times the trouble hanging over the family, but then she would remember where she was and why she was there |