When my Maillard's give out I'll quietly starve in a daisy field somewhere." "Close your eyes and pretend you and Sam are dining at the Knickerbocker," suggested Valerie, cheerfully.

"That's what I do when the food doesn't appeal to me." "With whom do you pretend you are dining ?" "Sometimes with Louis Neville, sometimes with Querida," she, said, frankly.

"It helps the hash wonderfully.

Try it, dear.

Close your eyes and visualise some agreeable man, and the food isn't so very awful." Rita laughed: "I'm not as fond of men as that." "Aren't you?
I am.