He was used to his father's habit of being quarrelsome over trifles, and he was much too happy to take any notice of it now.
"You are tired," he continued.

"I am sure you have a right to be.

You must want to go to bed." "To bed indeed!" growled the old man.

"Tired! You think I am good for nothing; I know you do.

You look upon me as a doting old cripple.