PERSONALITY OF PLANTS 
that we fail to notice their individual merits. 
Yet they are there. Their sudden cessation 
would leave a terrible and unbearable gap. 
The woods are filled with gaily costumed 
feathered minstrels. The meadows are great 
emerald stages of song and fancy. The very 
grass roots are filled with little insect-fiddlers 
who chirp cheerfulness. Wind, water and rain 
all furnish a grand and beautiful accompani- 
ment. 
Nature sings in the inharmonic scale, that 
is, a scale which takes in all intervals. Between 
the piano notes ‘‘C” and “D” lies a great space. 
They only represent halting points in the ascent 
of sound. Just as in the spectrum there are a 
hundred variations of shade between blue and 
green, so the cultivated human voice can hint 
at a hundred intervals between ‘‘C” and “D”. 
Nature uses all the tiny shades of sound there 
are, and certain humans have followed suit. 
To the Arabians, water “lisps in a murmuring 
scale.” 
Occasionally, Nature uses the diatonic scale 
familiar to our western civilization. When the 
wind unites its vibrations into the long shrill 
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