Every spring, as soon as the snows thawed, a certain mountain woman would come down into town, have a baby and gather supplies for the summer. After a few years of this, she looked despairingly at the doctor and said, Doctor, I don’t know how much more of this I can handle.
We got us eight kids now and I just don’t know how we can go on. I gotta do something about having all these babies or l’ll just lose my mind…