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Show 37 he should do the printing. "Hyrum, you can't hold with t' hare and run with t' hounds," he reminded Hyrum of the impossible strategy of neutrality. "That's beside t'mark," Hyrum replied almost petulantly. "It's precisely the mark. You must choose to ally yourself with one or t' other point o view. You can't be both Anglican and Puritan." "Oh, there's a way to do that, all reight. I go to t'Anglican church each week." He was reminding Lathrop that he had not yet taken the full step into the domain of Puritanism. "But thee thinks like a Puritan, eh?" reminded Lathrop. "Mother says t'only reason thou goest to t'Anglican church is because thou art afraid o Bishop Laud." "Benjamen!" gasped Hannah in embarrassment. "It's all reight, Hannah," Hyrum tried to ease her sensibilities. "Ther're very few people who live in London who aren't afraid o Laud, Benny." "What do spies look like?" interjected Barbara •whose gaze out the window had rested on a stranger who |
