--Upon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin quite off the back of both my hands with your forceps, cried my uncle _Toby_--and you have crush'd all my knuckles into the bargain with them to a jelly. 'Tis your own fault, said Dr. _Slop_----you should have clinch'd your two fists together into the form of a child's head as I told you, and sat firm. I did so, answered my uncle _Toby_. ----Then the points of my forceps have not been sufficiently arm'd, or the rivet wants closing--or else the cut in my thumb has made me a little aukward--or possibly--'Tis well, quoth my father, interrupting the detail of possibilities--that the experiment was not first made upon my child's head-piece. ------It would not have been a cherry-stone the worse, answered Dr. _Slop_. --I maintain it, said my uncle _Toby_, it would have broke the cerebellum (unless indeed the skull had been as hard as a granado) and turn'd it all into a perfect posset. ------Pshaw! replied Dr. _Slop_, a child's head is naturally as soft as the pap of an apple; --the sutures give way--and besides, I could have extracted by the feet after. --Not you, said she. ----I rather wish you would begin that way, quoth my father.

'Upon my honour, Sir, you have tore every bit of skin off the back of my hands with your forceps,' cried my uncle Toby, 'and you have crushed my knuckles to a jelly into the bargain.'
''Tis your own fault,' said Dr. Slop; 'you should have clinched your two fists together in the form of a child's head as I told you, and sat firm.'
'I did so,' answered my uncle Toby.
'Then the points of my forceps have not been sufficiently armed, or the rivet wants closing - or else the cut in my thumb made me a little awkward - or possibly-'
''Tis well,' quoth my father, interrupting, 'that the experiment was not first made upon my child's head.'
'It would not have been a cherry-stone the worse,' answered Dr. Slop.
'I maintain,' said my uncle Toby, 'it would have broke the cerebellum (unless the skull had been as hard as granite).'
'Pshaw!' replied Dr. Slop, 'a child's head is naturally as soft as the pap of an apple; the sutures give way - and besides, I could have extracted by the feet after.'
'Not you,' said the midwife.
'I rather wish you would begin that way,' quoth my father.