If you'd only do the big stuff you're capable of doing, you'd be 'in it' right enough--half the time confabbing with singers and conductors, and the other half glad to get back to your green fields and the blessed quiet.

If you were like me, now--not a damn bit of good because I've no technical knowledge.

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." In an instant her quick sympathies responded to the note of regret which he could not keep quite out of his voice.
"Sandy, I'm a beast to grouse.

It's true--you've had much harder luck." She spoke eagerly, then paused, checked by a sudden piercing memory.