Christopher snorted. “You wouldn't believe me if I told you. She's… a guest. We'll explain the rest later.”
“Any chance you might like to assist me?” the woman suggested.
It's an absurd suggestion that I assist the midwife. “Would Mrs. Bennett consent to having me in the room? I'm nearly a stranger to her, and I have no training whatsoever. I've never assisted with the delivery of anything bigger than a puppy.”
Mrs. Turner's dark eyes lit up. “You've watched animals deliver?”
Daisy nodded. “Barn cats and my father's hounds. The hounds sometimes needed a bit of help.”
“You'll do. All I need is someone to soothe the mother, and then to provide another set of hands when the babies need holding.”
“I'll help if she allows it,” Daisy decided. “I'd like to be of use.”
“Excellent,” Christop
