I do not know that there was very much, but any at all was a marvel, considering how many of us there were to feed, clothe, and send to college.

Mother was forty-six and father was fifty; so they felt young enough yet to have a fine time and enjoy life, and just when things were going best, I announced that I was halfway over my journey to earth.
You can't blame my mother so much.

She must have been tired of babies and disliked to go back and begin all over after resting six years.
And you mustn't be too hard on my father if he was not just overjoyed.
He felt sure the cook would leave, and she did.

He knew Sally would object to a baby, when she wanted to begin having beaus, so he and mother talked it over and sent her away for a long visit to Ohio with father's people, and never told her.

They intended to leave her there until I was over the colic, at least.