He, too, began to "heat up." He rose to his feet.
"That'll do, Babbitt," he commanded.

"What's the matter with you?
Is it me you're cussin'?
Because if it is--" The little Babbitt eyes snapped defiance.
"If it is, what ?" he demanded.

But before the captain could reply Winslow, turning away from the window, did so for him.
"If it is, I should say 'twas a pretty complete job," he drawled.
"I don't know when I've heard fewer things left out.

You have reason to be proud, both of you.

And now, Phineas," he went on, "what's it all about?
What's the matter ?" Mr.Babbitt waved his fists again, preparatory to another outburst.
Jed laid a big hand on his shoulder.
"Don't seem to me time for the benediction yet, Phineas," he said.
"Ought to preach your sermon or sing a hymn first, seems so.