Patsy erases her name on the chalkboard rota and fills in the details of her newest delivery.
"Did Mrs Ross have her baby?" Sister Evangelina asks as Mrs Turner copies the details into the log book and then, discreetly, the rolodex.
"Yes, a very healthy seven pounds."
"Boy or girl?"
"A little boy; Albert."
"Albert."
"Yes."
"Albert Ross."
"Yes, I'd noticed that. Apparently after his grandfather."
"So did his grandfather spend his entire life unaware that he was named after a sea bird, or is this their way of preparing him for the cruel realities of life?"
"I thought it most prudent to say nothing, so I didn't ask."
"When will they learn?" Sister Evangelina says, throwing her hands up in defeat.
"Come now. He's not the first and he won't be the last. He's healthy; everything else is immaterial," says Mrs Turner, ever the diplomat.
"What was that one you had last year?" Sister Evangelina asks, as Patsy makes some tea. This could take a while.
Mrs Turner somehow manages to keep a straight face. "Are you referring to little Tessa, the costermonger's daughter?"
"Theresa Green!" Sister Evangelina shouts.
Patsy and Mrs Turner barely smother their laughter as Sister Evangelina fumes into her teacup.