“Something’s happened,” Jean replied mysteriously. “At least it might happen.”
Before she could say more, Dr. Benson appeared, waving his hand.
“We’re in!” he cried. “Timmy can go out there any time.”
Jean turned around. “Just like that?”
The doctor paused to catch his breath. “I suggested to Dr. Barsch that we investigate the place. So right off he called Boston and some people in public aid that he knows. They gave Mercyville an A-number one rating. So then we called out there. And Mr. Henderson, who runs the place, simply said, ‘Bring him out. We’ll be glad to take him.’ Just like that!”
“Just like that!” Jean gasped.
“Well, their big problem is overcrowding. They can take only so many boys, Mr. Henderson said. But, you see, last month a lot of boys graduated from high school and will be going out to work or to college. So they have some room right now.”
Jean clasped her hands. “Now to tell Timmy. I hope he’ll want to go.”
Dr. Benson smacked his hands together. “Just leave Timmy to me.”
“When are you going to take him out?”