"You're at me from morning till night! Nothing I do is right.

Why can't you leave me alone ?" Peter took his pipe out of his mouth and looked at his young partner in astonishment.

His face turned a dull brick color and his blue eyes snapped.
He spoke in a voice of portentous softness: "Who the hell do you think you are?
A little gorramighty?
To make a mistake is natural; to fly into a temper when it is discovered is childish.

What's the matter with you these past ten days, anyway?
A man can't look at you but you begin to bark and froth.

You'd best go off by yourself a while and eat grass to cool your blood!" Having delivered himself, Peter pulled deeply at his pipe and gazed across the lake with a scowl of honest resentment.
It was a long speech to come from Peter, and it went unexpectedly to the point.