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Show 68 "If I die any place, it won't be 'ere in. me own shop. It'll be from the gall-ersl" Hyrum looked accusingly at Lathrop. Lathrop helped Hyrum to his feet, assuring him that the Stationers' men were gone. For a man who had just come out of a dead faint, Hyrum worked incredibly fast to clean the ink off the press and to close up the shop. Benny, watching Lathrop remove the chase from the drawer and wrap it up to take home, asked thoughtfully, "Father, would God be wanting thee to risk thy very lives for just a letter?" "It's not just a letter, Benny. It's not just a letter," the words carried a meaning beyond themselves. "I'm glad we're printin that letter," came the assurance of Hyrum. "Thou art?" Elise could hardly believe what she heard. "Thou did'st fool me!" Benny's grin made them all smile. "I knew I could count on thee, Hyrum," Lathrop's words were warm. "By the way, Elise, what did thee have in thee parcel?" "Mistress and I went shopping today." She opened the parcel and pulled out a flatiron. "...For Mistress |
