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Show 188 accorded Lathrop a respectful silence as he pondered the possibilities. "Did you bring your carriage?" Lathrop turned to Hyrum. It was not a casual question. "I always have my whirlycart." Hyrum shrugged off the question. Lathrop, his eyes doing the talking, did not remove his gaze from Hyrum. Hyrum wrinkled his brow in response. When suddenly the furrow of concerted though faded, Hyrum blurted loudly, "My whirlycart!" "I don't understand," said Benny. Hyrum swooped Benny up and whirled him around. "If the shipmaster will accept a whirlycart for the difference owing, we're on our way!" laughed Hyrum, delighted with the possibility. "God willing, we'll be on the Griffin today!" Lathrop confirmed the plan. "Jane, you supervise all packing. Elise, see that the children respond quickly and orderly." The room became filled with a chatter and commotion as everyone rallied in response to the new hope. "What kind of prog shall we take, father?" Samuel wanted to know the details. "All that we can carry in the way of food and raiment," said Lathrop. "We will have to depend on other colonists when we arrive in America. |