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Show Chapter Eleven I still don't like school even now that Mr. May isn't making me feel bad anymore. I can't seem to catch up on the work, and I don't care-I want to walk, and I'm doing better, I know, but I want to really walk, not just hobble. And I keep remembering Col. Cody's offer--get well, he said, and come to Cody-a job he said-oh, wouldn't it be wonderful? The greatest do-flicky of my life!!! Spring burst forth early in 1906 in Lovell, Wyoming. Lawns were greening up in March and there was a softness in the air which tantalized and teased. It pulled at Nettie as she continued in school. Mr. May had suddenly ceased his jibes at Nettie ever since the day he had shown up at school with that black eye. Now he simply ignored the red-haired girl and seemed to pretend she didn't exist. Nettie continued her d^ily massages and manipulation of the muscles in her legs, afraid they would once more tighten if she failed to do it regularly. She had abandoned her walking stick and could straighten nearly all the way up, but her walk was still a rather slow, flat-footed shuffle. School had become a burden to Nettie, not because of her physical problems, but because she found so little in common with the children. |