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Show Nettie, Page 65 scratch. Her head seemed unusually itchy for some reason and one scratch led to another until she was digging fiercely all over. But suddenly the scalp did not feel bald anymore. "Mama, come here," Nettie called through the window from her bed. Mama hurried in from her garden. "What is it?" "Look, look at my head. What do you see?" Nettie's voice betrayed her excitement. Mama peered at Nettie's head, her eyes adjusting slowly to the sparse light in the small room. Mama's face lit up. "Child, your hair is coming back in. Little bristles are popping out all over your head." "Oh, Mama. I'm so glad. I'm so glad!" Nettie exulted in the knowledge she would once more at least look like other children. "And, that's not all, Jeannette. It's coming in red!" Mama's eyes sparkled under her own mass of auburn tresses. |