The midwife could see her young apprentice was annoyed. It was not easy to deal with her, was it? The woman sighed. Had she known Jocelyn would prove to be such a difficult young woman, and she would never have taken her in. It was not that she didn't like Jocelyn. She was fond of the girl, and had first met her when she had help bring her into this world. But the girl's tendency to have her own ideas and be stubborn about them was a source of constant stress and friction.<br/><br/>The woman bit her tongue when Jocelyn talked about her dog. She knew her apprentice well enough to know any reply when she was in this kind of mood was pointless. Although she didn't  plan on giving up on the attempt of putting some good judgment in the girl's head, she knew now as not the time.<br/><br/>Letting her storm out, the midwife kept on taking care of the linens and talking to Dr. Allerton. "This young lady will give me a lot of trouble. I wish she would simply settle down and act like a mature woman", she said, shaking her head. "I can't believe she is so dead set on not marrying her betrothed."<br/><br/>As Jocelyn stepped in the house, she would greeted by her mother, busy as usual. She stopped scrubbing the fireplace and looked up at her daughter. "What is it, dear? Do you not feel well?", the woman inquired, with her usual sweet and concerned way.