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Show Nettie, Page 104 then to prove to her family, herself and Colonel Cody she could make her own way. And Nettie had worked hard, a full shift each day, learning quickly, smiling frequently in spite of the pain. Every night she soaked her throbbing feet, massaged her calves and knees so she could be back at her station the next day. There was no let-up in the routine. Work, learn, serve, massage and soak, sleep, eat and back to work. Nettie had had little time or inclination to look back. But Christmas Eve had made itself felt. Its outward trappings had been evident enough, but its reality had not come until the few moments spent singing the traditional carols. The accumulated aches and pain and loneliness gushed from Nettie in a torrent of tears. The sad sounds carried through the heavy door to Mrs. Tex. She stood outside for a moment and listened, aching for the lonely girl inside, then lifted her head, smiled and walked in to Nettie's room. In her hand was a little parcel. "Mrs. Tex, come in," Nettie blubbered. "I'm sorry you find me this way. I'm lonesome, I guess." "Nettie Peterson, I just expected to find you sitting up here crying after such a big night. Here. I brought you a little gift." She thrust the parcel at Nettie and patted the hands still wet with tears. Nettie's eyes filled again and she wept once more. "How kind-I never expected-thank you," Nettie tried to express her gratitude, but between sobs it was difficult. "Nettie, dear, dry your eyes," Mrs. Tex took her hankie and wiped |
