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Show Nettie, Page 93 the skirt and blouse. The uniform fit surprisingly well as someone had had to guess at her sizes. Collar, cuffs and apron were starched stiffly and were immaculately white, not a color which Nettie had often seen in clothes at home. It seemed marvelously bright. When she finished dressing, brushing her hair and smoothing out the bedclothes so her room would be in order, she moved confidently to the obor, took a breath, and went out and down the hall to the dining room. The steward signalled her over and several other girls all dressed identically in black skirts and blouses with the brightly contrasting white apron, collar and cuffs, turned to eye her curiously. The gossip had spread quickly among the help -the new girl was a friend of the Colonel's, she could hardly walk, she was one of those Mormons, and she was only thirteen! Nettie's cheeks flamed as she was obviously the object of everyone's curiosity, but she kept walking to the steward and reported for duty. "Miss Peterson," he began without any preliminary niceties, "your workday begins here at 6:00 a.m. each day. You will serve breakfast to our guests until 9:00 a.m. at which time the dining room closes until noon. At 12 noon you will be back to serve lunch until 2:00 p.m. The dinner hour begins at 6:00 p.m. and ends at 9:00 p.m. Between your working hours you will see that your uniforms are in spotless condition. At noon the uniform consists of white blouse and black skirt, and at dinner, you will wear all white. Report to Rose who will issue your other uniforms after the breakfast hour this morning." Nettie nodded trying desperately to keep it all in mind as the in- |
