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 .
— E. B. OSBORN