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Show 122 "Can't Hyrum help?" asked Benny. "No, Hyrum can't help. He's barely subsisting himself. You know that when the Bishop found out how rich he was--poof! He took it all. His lands, his annuities, everything!" Barbara spoke petulantly. "Not his whirlycart!" Benjamen looked at Barbara intent on having the last word. "Whirlycarts don't buy shoes-or food." Thomas reminded Benny. When the door opened and Samuel walked in, the only reason the family looked up was because the cold air that rushed inside made the cold room even colder. "There!" Samuel proudly set down a bucket of coal next to the stove. "Where did you get it?" Barbara's tone reflected admiration for Samuel's deed. "I got me a job. I get paid in coal. We can have a hot supper tonight!" Samuel started to look for some paper to use to start the fire. Thomas reached in his pocket and pulled out a paper, wadding it up and handing it to Samuel. "Here. Use this too," Thomas gave Samuel a hug. "Where are you working?" asked the astonished Joseph. "At the brewery. I do the cleaning. Someday, he may even pay me in shillings instead of coal," Samuel was optimistic. "Good Old Humphrey Barnett." Thomas smiled at the |