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Show 181 in America?" asked Barbara. "That's not the way it is with father," said Samuel bleakly. "Soon the weather'll be so ill we daresn't go, even if we 'ave the money!" complained Hyrum. Lathrop put his arm around his faithful friend. "If I knew the answer, Hyrum, I'd be willing...." "We promised the Archbishop we'd leave as soon as possible...that was months ago!" fretted Hyrum. No one smiled. No one spoke. It was a fearful dilemma. "It's a strange name for a ship, isn't it?" Samuel broke the silence. He thumbed through the pages of a book to look up the meaning of Griffin. Hyrum paced. Stopping at the bookshelf, he strummed his fingers mindlessly on one of the shelves. In his nervousness, he accidentally brushed an envelope onto the floor-. When he picked it up, he noticed it was from the High Commission. "John...this letter ... it's from the High Commission!" Lathrop nodded knowingly, but said nothing. "Why're they writin ye?" Lathrop attempted to take the letter from Hyrum, but Hyrum held onto it, his eyes insisting on an answer . " "They demanded that, the Reverend appear in court," Elise answered Hyrum. |
