At 3–4

Fire-engines are on Seventieth Street …
Elsa and I are out, in great excitement …
There are crowds of people, and pumps working, and the smell of smoke …

We go into the house again …
Nurse stops me and says: “How would you like to have a new sister?”
Out of the masculine pride of four years I answer:
“I'd rather have a new brother.”
“Well,” she laughs, “you have a new brother” …
“Where is he?” I ask …
“Doctor brought him; he's up with your mother, and your mother is sick.”
I am much pleased: then nurse laughs and says:
“But you have a new sister, too:
Doctor brought two babies this time: they are twins” …

I am shocked at this overturn of the laws of nature,
And refuse to believe it, till, later, sure enough,
There goes nurse with a curious infant in each arm,
And when one begins to cry the other cries also as if they both were one …
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