----Bless my soul! --my poor mistress is ready to faint----and her pains are gone--and the drops are done--and the bottle of julap is broke----and the nurse has cut her arm--(and I, my thumb, cried Dr. _Slop_,) and the child is where it was, continued _Susannah_, --and the midwife has fallen backwards upon the edge of the fender, and bruised her hip as black as your hat. --I'll look at it, quoth Dr. _Slop_. --There is no need of that, replied _Susannah_, --you had better look at my mistress--but the midwife would gladly first give you an account how things are, so desires you would go up stairs and speak to her this moment.

- 'Bless my soul! - my poor mistress is ready to faint - and her pains are gone - and the bottle of julap is broke - and the nurse has cut her arm-' ('and I, my thumb,' cried Dr. Slop,) - 'and the child is where it was,' continued Susannah, 'and the midwife has fallen backwards upon the fender, and bruised her hip as black as your hat.'
'I'll look at it,' quoth Dr. Slop.
'There is no need of that,' replied Susannah; 'you had better look at my mistress. But the midwife would gladly first tell you how things are, so desires you would go upstairs and speak to her.'
