Tommy nodded. “It is, sort of. But it’s actually more like Father Flanagan’s Boys’ Town. You’ve heard about Boys’ Town, haven’t you? They’re really keen guys out there. They do everything themselves. But they’re really just being nice to play baseball with us. They’re way out of our class.”
“You mean, this place takes in orphans and boys with no homes? And the boys really like it out there?” Dr. Benson quizzed.
“You’d never know they didn’t have real homes,” Tommy said. “They have a swell time out there.” He sighed. “And can they play ball! I saw them play Fieldston last week. It was a slaughter!”
Dr. Benson looked at Jean. “Why didn’t you explain to me about the place?” he demanded.
She deliberately looked blank. “I don’t know too much about it,” she confessed. “They have their own medical staff, and we simply make routine checks out there to coordinate our health reports to the county.”
“They have everything. Doctors and everything,” Tommy interrupted.
The young intern hesitated. “Imagine God listening to a prayer from an old sinner like me,” he said softly as he walked away.
“What’s the matter with him?” Tommy asked.
“Oh ... nothing. Tell you later,” Jean cried, dashing after the doctor. “And ... thank the boys for us, Tommy. You’ve been swell to help out!”
Dr. Benson waited for her at the foot of the stairs. “Let’s go, gorgeous,” he said. “Lots to be done this morning, and I’m on duty.”