"My lady, we have to get you upstairs," said a very nervous Elsie.
"Are you kidding me?! I can hardly walk it hurts so much!" screamed Mary.
"Well...Thomas, put one arm around her waist and the other under her leg. Alfred, you do the same on the opposite side. We are going to have to move her to my sitting room," commanded Elsie.
"Yes, Mrs. Carson," the three said in unison. They had just gotten her in Elsie's sitting room when Matthew walked in.
"Mary, are you okay?" asked a worried Matthew.
"Matthew, it's time for the baby-aaahhh," Mary explained with a contraction cutting her off.
"I'll call Clarkson," Matthew said. He was back in no time, "It seems Dr. Clarkson is in Thirsk. Delivering a baby ironically, but because it was such a difficult pregnancy he won't be back until late this night."
"Mrs. Carson can do it," everyone turned to look at Anna, "What? She delivered her little brother and both of her nieces and nephews. She was talking about it yesterday."
"Please, Mrs. Carson. We can't wait much longer," begged Mary.
"Fine. I need sterile scissors, a newspaper, towels, and warm water," said a determined Elsie.
One hour later...
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Mary screamed as she pushed.
"One more time. Really big. On three one, two, and three," Elsie said and then she got the newborn cleaned and tied off the cord.