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Show Nettie, Page 63 new and desire for adventure--it can't have disappeared with her hair. She still has it somewhere." Papa struggled with the problem as he worked over the next few days. Nettie did not cry out any more. She lay quietly and quite still and only by looking carefully could the slow rolling tears be seen sliding down her cheeks. It was a stillness that worried Papa even more than the outburst had. At length Papa came to the conclusion that he had to get that wheelchair and get Nettie into it, at least so she could sit up and move about. The continued confinement to her bed had to cease and Papa felt sure her spirits would lift again. He ordered the chair and when it came he wheeled it into the house and pushed it near Nettie's bed. At first Nettie looked at it, then turned her face away and toward the wall. Papa urged bar to consider it. "Nettie, you can't like lying there all day every day. Let me help you into the chair and we can wheel you about," Papa pleaded with her. Nettie just shook her head and Papa dropped the subject for a while. Every couple of days Mama tried, or Clarence or Will or Robert. Alice even made an effort. Brig made a trip over from Cowley and tried, too, though his stammering made it difficult for him to speak what was in his heart. At last Nettie called Papa to her. "I know you think that chair will help me get around, Papa, but I WILL NOT USE IT. I am sorry you spent whatever money you did on it, but |
