Dorothea Eastwood, River Diary, Boston, Houghton, Mifflin, 1950, p. 75

Here too were caddis larvae, their soft bodies dressed in all kinds of elaborate cases. Some were content with bits and pieces of weed and straws, while some wore nothing but snail shells, very small and neat and decorative. A particular caddis which crawled just below me had fixed three lumps of snail’s spawn to its case of weeds and little stones, and obviously considered itself the height of originality and fashion.