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Doctor In The House (1946)

I scrubbed furiously. The mother groaned. Grandma shouted through the door she had more hot water. I shouted back at her to keep out. The cat, which had not been removed as ordered, jumped in the middle of the newspaper and started tearing at it with its claws.
Suddenly I became aware of a new note in the mother's cries-a higher, wailing, muffled squeal. I dropped the soap and tore back the bedclothes.

The baby was washed and tucked up in one of the drawers from the wardrobe, which did a turn of duty as a cot about once a year. The mother was delighted and said she had never had such a comfortable delivery. The spectators were readmitted, and cooed over the infant. There were cups of tea all round. I had the best one, with sugar in it. I felt the name of the medical profession never stood higher.
`Do you do a lot of babies, doctor?' asked the mother.
`Hundreds,' I said. `Every day.'
`What's your name, doctor, if you don't mind?' she said.
I told her.
`I'll call 'im after you. I always call them after the doctor or the nurse, according.'
I beamed and bowed graciously. I was genuinely proud of the child. It was my first baby, born through my own skill and care. I had already forgotten in the flattering atmosphere that my single manoeuvre in effecting the delivery was pulling back the eiderdown.
Packing the instruments up, I climbed into my soggy duffle coat and, all smiles, withdrew. At the front door I found to my contentment that the snow had stopped and the roads shone attractively in the lamplight. I began to whistle

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