Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

people still abroad. To an allnight (sic) printing shop – Dr. orders her to hospital – back again we prepare nervously – our consternation when we remember we have no money in the house – order out again to order taxi – in a few minutes speeding up the dark street – arrive at Hospital at 4:00 a.m. Saturday: no private room – Bertha put in a ward – I can not go in as women are sleeping I resign myself to an agonizing wait of a couple of hours (the crying of babies), but nurse brings the glad word that I may go in – Bertha is cheerful and glad to see me – we sit waiting the pains begin to become more definite & regular – the terrible thought runs thru my mind that perhaps this might be the last time we sit thus, embraced. Suddenly outside a song sparrow bursts into song. A faint light comes in the east. The pains come more sharply and oftener. We commence to time them and find they are 5 min. apart. The robins commence to sing and keep up a hilarious din – The light strengthens and soon fresh green willows outside are visible – brilliant green even in the twilight