"This is the way you always were.

I don't believe you understood a darn word I been sayin'! You don't LOOK as if you did.

By George! it's discouraging!" "I don't understand about getting--about getting bigger," said Bibbs, bringing his gaze down to look at his father placatively.

"I don't see just why--" "WHAT ?" Sheridan leaned forward, resting his hands upon the desk and staring across it incredulously at his son.
"I don't understand--exactly--what you want it all bigger for ?" "Great God!" shouted Sheridan, and struck the desk a blow with his clenched fist.

"A son of mine asks me that! You go out and ask the poorest day-laborer you can find! Ask him that question--" "I did once," Bibbs interrupted; "when I was in the machine-shop.