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Show Nettie, Page 16 him to stay with us. But for some reason of his own, which we don't understand, he wanted Frank with him, and so he said 'no' to our prayers." Nettie's eyes continued to gaze at Papa. "Do you understand," Papa asked. "I think so, Papa. I sure don't like it much, but I think I understand." "Will you try to pray again, Nettie?" Papa covered Nettie's hand with his own gnarled and calloused one. Nettie leaned her head on her father's shoulder and they sat for a few minutes, quietly, without talking, and Nettie's heavy heart seemed to lighten. At length, she looked up. "Papa, let's go on to town." The wagon rolled into Evanston. Since Almy was only five miles away, a trip to Evanston was the easiest way to obtain supplies. Papa purchased the necessary supplies, loaded the wagon, then turned to Nettie. "We've another errand to do," Papa smiled. "That is, if you agree." Nettie just looked at Papa and waited. "We're going to see the bishop about your baptism." Nettie smoothed out her blue dress, and thought for a while before answering. "I'm willing, Papa. I feel better about praying now, and I do love the church." "That's my girl. You'll be eight soon and Father in Heaven needs another strong girl like you." Papa could make people feel so good, Nettie thought. He seemed to know how to put things in a way that didn't make you feel small or mean |