Take pen and ink in hand, and calculate it fairly, brother _Toby_, said my father, and it will turn out a million to one, that of all the parts of the body, the edge of the forceps should have the ill luck just to fall upon and break down that one part, which should break down the fortunes of our house with it.
It might have been worse, replied my uncle _Toby_. ----I don't comprehend, said my father. ------Suppose the hip had presented, replied my uncle _Toby_, as Dr. _Slop_ foreboded.
My father reflected half a minute--looked down----touched the middle of his forehead slightly with his finger------
--True, said he.
'Take pen in hand, and calculate it,' said my father, 'and it will turn out a million to one, that of all the parts of the body, the forceps should have the ill luck just to break that part, which should destroy the fortunes of our house with it.'
'It might have been worse,' replied my uncle Toby. 'Suppose the hip had presented, as Dr. Slop foreboded.'
My father reflected half a minute-
'True,' said he.