Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

engage him in conversation to confirm my estimate, if for no better reason.; His appearance on this street was so unexpected that I exclaimed to the others in the office, who responded with a laugh; I had not foreseen this result and felt guilty when he glanced in and seemed to notice the merriment.; There is a rooster that crows at midnight at some remote distance. People who have gone to bed early to avoid the awful boredom of a vacant evening, wake up now perhaps, and look out with a shudder, at the great black void of night, and a far-away endless horizon of the hundreds of empty hours to come in the future.