Dr. Benson shrugged. “So now they all feel sorry for me. I see.”
“Oh, no!” Jean cried. “That isn’t it at all! Why should a lot of nurses feel sorry for a doctor?”
“Well, that’s beside the point, anyhow,” Dr. Benson said. “I’m really worried about Timmy, and what’s going to become of him. I’ve decided I’ll keep him myself before I’ll turn him over to a home!”
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jean suggested. “I go on duty in a few minutes and I want to call Mother.”
Tommy was waiting in the lobby when Jean and Dr. Benson came up. He grinned and called, “Hi, sis! How’s business?”
“Falling off, thank heaven!” Jean cried. “Dr. Benson, this is my brother, Tommy. Laundry service man!”
They shook hands. “We had quite a load this morning,” Tommy said gleefully. “And boy, am I glad things are going to be slack. Not that we don’t want to help, but we just scheduled a whale of a tough ballgame for later in the summer. We’re going to need all the practice we can get.”
“Baseball?” Dr. Benson asked, his eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, a gang of us has a club. Billy and Buzzy and the rest of the kids at the high school. We play some important games, too. But I never dreamed we could get a game with Mercyville. They’re just awfully good....”
“Mercyville!” Dr. Benson cried. “I thought that was an orphanage!”