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Show Nettie, Page 24 brush and small scraggly trees dotting the landscape. Papa drove his wagon off the trail, Brig on a second wagon and Will and Robert on yet a third, following close behind. Mama brought up the rear with the buckboard, covered now, the three smallest children in the back. The wagon rumbled to a stop and Papa and the boys began at once to unharness the horses. Nettie jumped off the buckboard, grabbed Clarence and helped Alice jump down, too. The family stood awkwardly about as Papa busied himself with the livestock. "Hi," a voice greeted Nettie shyly. "Hi, yourself," Nettie turned and grinned at two young girls, dressed much like herself, in a cotton dress, apron and cap, and shawls drawn over their shoulders, but who looked to be somewhat older. "I'm Nettie," the oldest of the two girls said. "And this is Becky." "I'm Nettie, too! Nettie Peterson," she laughed. "Where are you from? Oh, this is my brother, Clarence, and the little girl over by my Papa is Alice." "We're from Utah. Near Morgan. How about you?" "Almy. Almy, Wyoming. Papa used to work in the coal mines there." "We've got to help our Ma now, but we'll see you later tonight at the fire. Come over to our wagon when it's time and we'll sit together. It's the cn& with the chickens on the back." "Thanks, I will," Nettie called out as the girls ran back to their wagon. Papa and the boys finished with the horses and led them out to be hobbled near the others from the group and left in search of Elder Wood- |