You know, collared lorikeets and sulfur-crested cockatoos and pink and gray galahs, willy wagtails, and just an incredible amount of birdlife along the forests there that galleried the river.
As I put my glass to my lips, he glanced with surprise at the end of his neckerchief, dropping from his mouth when he opened it, and stretched out his hand.
A gold-headed cane, of rare Oriental wood, added materially to the high respectability of his aspect, as did also a neckcloth of the utmost snowy purity, and the conscientious polish of his boots.
Long ago I felt ill at ease when I saw a woman too well adorned, --whether a woman of the people with her red neckerchief and her looped skirt, or a woman of our own society in her ball-room dress.