"Atmosphere, I mean.
Look here, what about that concerto for pianoforte and orchestra which you had in mind?
Have you done anything to it yet ?" She shook her head.
"Then get on to it quick--and stick at it.

Don't waste your time writing the usual type of sentimental ballad-song--a degree or two below par." Nan was silent for a few minutes.

Then: "Sandy," she said, "you're rather like a dose of physic--wholesome but unpalatable.

I'll get to work to-morrow.

Now let's go and forage for some food.