There is no greater literary sin than the omission of an Index, and, if I had my way, even novels would be provided with charts of this kind to their… - E. B. Osborn

... Where fresh water and salt water mingle, two s are busy feeding. They run to and fro, taking little steps with their wings ups, bobbing quaintly and ing low. If , who's bright and innocent beauty has something bird-like in it, wants a Gull's Dance, she should come to these shining sands to learn it. There goes a on the point all the way, light and elusive—what a mistress of technique! The choregraphy of sea-beaches is as yet unexplored; it is quite beyond the sultry, land-locked imagination of .

Athens became the capital of , the clearing-house of religions and moral ideas, whatever their source.

... On several occasions I have seen a cuckoo mobbed by small birds, and it would be pleasant to think it was done as a protest on the part of decent bird-society against a disgusting anti-social parasite. But the probability is that they mistake the cuckoo for a hawk.