"Yes, to my office, to work for the Sentinel. I am the editor, now."
"Why, you didn't tell us that," said Annie, turning from the window.
"My mind has been engaged with more important matters," he replied, with his hands on the back of the chair, smiling at her. "It was only yesterday that Warren offered to join his misfortune with mine."
The old woman sighed: "I hope you'll be careful not to say things in the street to stir up strife," she said.
"Strife," the old man repeated with a laugh.
"Yes, strife," she insisted. "There are any number of men that would like to get him into trouble, just to please Cousin McElwin."
"I think I can take care of myself," said Lyman, putting on his hat.