——AND pray, good woman, after all, will you take upon you to say, it
may not be the child’s hip, as well as the child’s head?——’Tis most
certainly the head, replied the midwife. Because, continued Dr. _Slop_
(turning to my father) as positive as these old ladies generally
are—’tis a point very difficult to know—and yet of the greatest
consequence to be known;——because, Sir, if the hip is mistaken for the
head—there is a possibility (if it is a boy) that the forceps * * * * *
* * * * * * * * *
——What the possibility was, Dr. _Slop_ whispered very low to my father,
and then to my uncle _Toby_.——There is no such danger, continued he,
with the head.—No, in truth quoth my father—but when your possibility
has taken place at the hip—you may as well take off the head too.
——It is morally impossible the reader should understand this——’tis
enough Dr. _Slop_ understood it;——so taking the green baize bag in his
hand, with the help of _Obadiah_’s pumps, he tripp’d pretty nimbly, for
a man of his size, across the room to the door——and from the door was
shewn the way, by the good old midwife, to my mother’s apartments.