Why don't you do things about the plains?
It ought to be easy, and you were born out there somewhere.

It should come natural." "I have," Thurston sighed.

"My last rejection states that the local color is weak and unconvincing.

Hang the local color!" The foot-rest suffered again.
Reeve-Howard was getting into his topcoat languidly, as he did everything else.

"The thing to do, then," he drawled, "is to go out and study up on it.