"Can't you find it? On the editorial page."
"Yes, I have found it. But it is not written by the pen of local pride."
"It is in the state paper."
"Yes, but if you had read to the bottom you would have seen that it was from a New York paper."
"Ah, well, it doesn't interest me, no matter what paper it is from."
"What is it?" Mrs. McElwin asked, turning from the window.
"Something more about Mr. Lyman's story," the daughter answered.
"It appears to have stirred up quite a sensation," said Mrs. McElwin. "One of those happy accidents."
"It was not an accident," the girl replied. "It was genius."
"Come, don't be absurd," said her father. "There is such a thing as a man finding a gold watch in the road. I call it an accident. I had quite a talk with him in my private office before our relations became strained, and I found him to be rather below the average. He surely has but a vague and confused idea regarding even the simplest forms of business. But I admit that his story is all well enough, and so are many little pieces of fancy work, but they don't amount to anything. Educated man? Yes, that's all right, too, but the highways are full of educated men, looking for something to do. Sawyer is worth a dozen of him."