moderate than either of the men. The most 

 scientific thing in this wide world is a scientific 

 woman. The discovery of a new plant in this 

 woman's out-of-doors is like the finding of a new 

 pain or symptom of disease in her body. She 

 hurries to the doctors to have it identified, ut- 

 terly unhappy until they have told her its name. 

 I have known her to travel twenty-five miles 

 with a little watery, worthless mushroom in the 

 hope of finding it Mycena galericulata or M. 

 parabolica— or something, it did n't matter what. 

 Her opera-glasses lie focused, ready. A bird 

 chirps among the trees. She snatches the glasses, 

 rushes out, then rushes in, exclaiming : "It flew 

 over the garden : a streak of black— a patch of 

 yellow— a short tail. A new one, I do believe ! 

 It '11 make the hundred and tenth to my list." 



Once a thing is labeled, what more? She 

 loves the out-of-doors, yearns over it ; yearns to 

 bring things and their Latin names together. 

 How she would have enjoyed Adam's place— 

 having the animals file past her to get their 

 names ! The joy of bending low at the approach 

 of the little orange-colored bug with black spots 

 on its back, and saying: "Your name, miss? 

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